"I sometimes have a feeling, Allegro, that I must be getting old or dull or plain already.

Men don't make love to me so much as they did." "My dear, what nonsense!" exclaimed Olga, with burning cheeks.
"No, listen! It's true." There was almost a sound of tears in the deep voice.

"It's quite true, Allegro.

I am not so attractive as I was.

I feel it.