"As you wish to be loved, as you deserve to be loved—no."
"That is, without blind passion?"
"Without blind passion."
"That is, without fire, without enthusiasm?"
"Without fire, without enthusiasm."
"Then, with what?"
"With tenderness, with affection, with devotion."
"It is not enough, not enough, not enough," she said monotonously, as if talking in her sleep. "Don't you know how to love differently. More—as I love——?"
"No, I don't know how."
"Do you think you never can? Perhaps you can to-morrow, or in the future?"