And obediently she smiled.
"Well, then, this eternal love," he went on, "what are we to do about it?"
"Nothing. I only love you."
"Does that suffice?"
"I must make it suffice."
"You are easily satisfied. Will you always be so modest in your hopes?"
"The future is in the hands of God," said she, not having the courage to lie.
"Ah! that is what I want to talk about—the future. You are hoping something from the future. Otherwise you would not be satisfied. The future, indeed! You are twenty. You have never thought of my age, have you?"
"It doesn't matter. For me you are young."