IT would never end.

Why should it?
Could a Great Wonder be merely a transient thrill?
Absurd.

Dawn followed night, day after day, and the wonder had not faded.

It would never fade.

Letter followed letter, each more precious than the last.
She began with "Mon cher Paul." Then "Mon cher," then sometimes "Paul." She set the tone of the frank and loyal friendship in a style very graceful, very elusive, a word of tenderness melting away in a laugh; she took the friendship, pulled it to pieces and reconstructed it in ideal form; then she tied blue ribbon round its neck, and showed him how beautiful it was.