"Nonsense!—how dare you say such things! Why should it die?"
"I—I don't know—but I'm sure it would. Oh, Quentin, I know you don't understand my reasons, because I really haven't given them to you properly. They're things I feel more than things I know."
She went and sat down opposite him, and began to pour out tea.
"Let's talk of something that isn't love."
He laughed.
"Let's breathe something that isn't air. Everything's love—if we talked about flowers, or books, or animals, or stars, we should be talking about love. Without love even our daily newspapers wouldn't appear."
"Then don't let's talk of anything—let's hold our tongues."
"Very well, Janey."
He smiled at the simplicity of the woman who thought she could silence love by holding her tongue.