"I won't play your mistress's maid at any price."
"You're jealous! Learn to bear failure gracefully! That's greater—and much more interesting."
"Tell me one thing! Is she in love with you?"
"I'm afraid she loves me only too well."
"And you?"
"I? I shall never love any woman but you!"
He seized her hand.
She jumped up from the sofa, showing her stockings.
"Do you believe in what is called love?" she asked, gazing at him with distended pupils.
"I believe there are several kinds of love."