Stay here; oh, keep with me, for I have need of you and you require a companion-soul, soothing like mine.

The kind of disappointment you experience is not to be cured by change of place.

You carry it with you, and distance increases and strengthens it, and whenever you meet the object again to whom was due the vexation you will perceive that you went on the journey for no good." Antonino looked at the speaker as one regards the mind-reader who has answered to the point.

Clemenceau fixed him with his serene, unvarying eyes, and continued, in an emotionless voice, like a statue, speaking: "You are in love--and you love my wife." Antonino started away and involuntarily lifted his hands in a position of defense.

Averting his eyes and unclenching his fists, he muttered sullenly: "What makes you suppose that ?" "I saw it was so." At the end of a silence more burdensome than any before the younger man found his voice and, as though tears interfered with his utterance, said pathetically, and indistinctly: "Do you not acknowledge, master, now, that I must go; for when I am far away, perhaps you will forgive the ingrate!" Looking at the young man of two-and-twenty, Clemenceau knew by his own infatuation at the same tender age with the same woman, that he had nothing to forgive him for--little to reproach him.