Then, what else am I?
A failure in the very work that I have chosen, and the heir to a bankrupt property! Oh! it is not fair; I have no right to ask you!" "I think it quite fair, and here I am the judge, Morris." Then, sentence by sentence, she went on, not all at once, but with breaks and pauses.
"You asked me just now if I loved you, and I told you--Yes.

But you did not ask me when I began to love you.

I will tell you all the same.

I can't remember a time when I didn't; no, not since I was a little girl.
It was you who grew away from me, not me from you, when you took to studying mysticism and aerophones, and were repelled by all women, myself included." "I know, I know," he said.

"Don't remind me of my dead follies.