"I don't want it to be young. It wasn't half so nice a face when it was young…. Some other woman loved it when it was young."
"Yes. Another woman loved it when it was young."
"Is she alive and going about?"
"Oh, yes; she's alive and she goes about a lot."
"Does she love you now?"
"I suppose she does."
"I wish she didn't."
"You needn't mind her, Mary. She was never anything to me. She never will be."
"But I do mind her. I mind her awfully. I can't bear to think of her going about and loving you. She's no business to…. Why do I mind her loving you more than I'd mind your loving her?"
"Because you like loving more than being loved."