It's a mistake not to be jealous.

I admit that I'm jealous.

But such jealousy is a compliment to a woman, my dearest, not an insult." "How you feel things!" I exclaimed.

"Even a play on the stage--" "If the woman I love is the heroine." "Will you ever be blase, like the rest of the men I know ?" I laughed, though I could have sobbed.
"Never, I think.

It isn't in me.