I remember the time when he came to me and cried, talking of you, and all the poetry and loftiness of his feeling for you, and I know that the longer he has lived with you the loftier you have been in his eyes.

You know we have sometimes laughed at him for putting in at every word: 'Dolly's a marvelous woman.

' You have always been a divinity for him, and you are that still, and this has not been an infidelity of the heart..." "But if it is repeated?" "It cannot be, as I understand it..." "Yes, but could you forgive it?" "I don't know, I can't judge....