It lasts.

There! I see disapproval in your face! You Americans are so literal." She gazed into the fireplace for a moment, her lips parted in a whimsical smile.

He waited for her to go on; the words were on her tongue's end, he could tell.

"A divorce at twenty-five.

I believe that is the accepted age, isn't it?
If one gets beyond that, she--but, enough of this!" She sprang to her feet and stood before him, the flash dying in her eyes even as it was born that he might see so briefly.