There would come other summers, other friends.

The real irreparable trouble sat there before him on the other side of the iron table, the trouble of an old age to be lived out in loneliness.
"You never married, Michel ?" he said.
"No.

There was a time, long ago, when I would have liked to," the guide answered, simply.

"But I think now it was as well that I did not get my way.

She was very extravagant.