"And is not that better than ours, your Mightiness?"
"Give up your immortality?"
"And gain his. Ours must cease with this world; his can never end."
"But it may be an immortality of grief?"
"Not unless we deserve it, and we will not. I learned much, your Mightiness, while washing the walls of a little chapel, by whose side I flow."
"You must relinquish your high privileges."
"What are they, without love?"
"Aquarella, you are mad! Do you know what the life of a mortal woman is?"
"Oh, yes. Have I not watched Albert's mother? I know how she spends her days; in providing comforts for son and husband, in instructing the ignorant, in relieving the poor, in doing good to all. Hers is indeed a happy and useful life."
"And suppose Albert should not love you?"