"It is true," he added, "that things look easy to me here, which would be utterly impossible in Palermo.

We are different with our women--and we are different when we love.

Thank Heaven, for the present--I am as I am." He smiled and relit his cigar, which had gone out.
"No," said Gianluca.

"You have never been in love, I think." His fair young head leaned back wearily against the chair, and his eyes were half closed as he spoke.
"Nor ever shall be, in your way, my friend," answered the Sicilian, rising from his seat.

"I suppose it is because we are so different that we have always been such good friends.