Amory: Darling girl.[They kiss. Another pause and then she seizes his hand, covers it with kisses, and holds it to her breast.]Rosalind [sadly]: I love your hands, more than anything. I see them often when you're away from me--so tired; I know every line of them. Dear hands![Their eyes meet for a second and then she begins to cry--a tearless sobbing.]

What had seemed a melancholy happening, now seemed a tiresome anticlimax. HE was dressed at half past, so he sat down by the window; felt that the sinews of his heart were twisted somewhat more than he had thought. What an ironic mockery the morning seemed! -- bright and sunny, and full of the smell of the garden...

For this is wisdom-- to love and live,To take what fate or the gods may give,To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair,Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow,To have and to hold, and, in time-- let go.

I wanted to be a regular human being but the girl couldn't see it that way.''You'll find another.''God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that "if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you"? No, sir, the girl really worth having wont' wait for anybody. If I thought there'd be another I'd lose my remaining faith in human nature.