That was the reason why she had had the whole story told her.
And he encouraged her.

Their first enthusiasm returned, and now they tried to evoke the most exciting memories.
"It was sad, the day after you became mine, to see you again at a reception in your own home--inaccessible, surrounded by other people, mistress of a regular household, friendly to everybody, a bit timid, talking commonplaces.

You bestowed the beauty of your face on everybody, myself included.

But what was the use?
"You were wearing that cool-looking green dress, and they were teasing you about it.

I did not dare to look at you when you passed me, and I thought of how happy we had been the day before." "Ah," she sighed, as the beauty widened before her of all her memories, her thoughts, of all her soul, "love is not what they say it is.