“But！——“
“No！”shesaid。
“Well，haveyourway。”
Soshecarriedherpoint，andwewanderedintothenighttogetherandBeatricetalkedtomeoflove。
I’dneverheardawomanbeforeinallmylifewhocouldtalkoflove，whocouldlaybareanddevelopandtouchwithimaginationallthatmassoffineemotioneverywoman，itmaybe，hides。Shehadreadoflove，shehadthoughtoflove，athousandsweetlyricshadsoundedthroughherbrainandleftfinefragmentsinhermemory；shepoureditout，allofit，shamelessly，skilfully，forme。Icannotgiveanysenseofthattalk，Icannoteventellhowmuchofthedelightofitwasthemagicofhervoice，theglowofhernearpresence。Andalwayswewalkedswathedwarmlythroughachillyair，alongdim，interminablegreasyroads——withneverasoulabroaditseemedtous，neverabeastinthefields。