sweet, and unselfish. Most of us can't be everything, you know. Try to be understanding with little Ellen. Don't demand too much."
"She has a wonderful friend in you."
"Thank you, Nick. But who could help loving her, once they really know her? I envy you both. Love is—everything."
"Love's a grand state of affairs, but rather a general one. If we were Africans it would make us put on grass bustles and run bones through our noses; if we were roosters it would make us grow shinier tail feathers. After all, wonderful and beautiful and all that as it is, isn't it all rather a joke on us?"
Christabel's eyes were deep in his. Oh, my dear, I understand, she answered silently, and said aloud:
"Thank you for trying to console me, happy lover. But I know what all that, being translated, means."
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and threw it away.
