“The fundamental law of life,” said he, bending towards her, “is love.”
“I wonder!” said Lucilla.
She lay in the long chair, her head against the back. He drew her fingers to his lips.
“I’m sure of it. I’m sure of it as I’m sure that there’s a God in Heaven, as that,” he whispered, in what the sophisticated may term an anti-climax, “there’s a goddess on earth.”
“Who is the goddess?” she murmured.
“You,” said he.
“I like being called a goddess,” she said, “especially after dancing the two-step. Hymns Ancient and Modern.”
“Do you know what is the most ancient hymn in the world?”
“No.”
“Shall I tell you?”