The more one loves, the more he must shrink from requital." "What!" cried I, "among you do lovers never marry ?" "Lovers marry?
Never!" "Do married people never love one another ?" The Kohen shook his head.
"It unfortunately sometimes happens so," said he, "and then the result is, of course, distressing.

For the children's sake the parents will often remain with one another, but in many cases they separate.

No one can tell the misery that ensues where a husband and wife love one another." The conversation grew insupportable.

I could not follow the Kohen in what seemed the wildest and maddest flights of fancy that ever were known; so I began to talk of other things, and gradually the Kohen was drawn to speak of his own life.

The account which he gave of himself was not one whit less strange than his previous remarks, and for this reason I add it here.
"I was born," said he, "in the most enviable of positions.