“No.”

“You know, there was so much of that womanliness about her, that tenderness, and then such love!⁠ ⁠… Oh God! I did not know how to value my happiness then.⁠ ⁠… Or when we returned from the theatre and had supper together. It was never dull in her company, toujours gaie, toujours aimante . 117 Yes, I did not then foresee how rare a joy it was. Et j’ai beaucoup à me reprocher 118 in regard to her. Je l’ai fait souffrir, et souvent 119 ⁠—I was cruel. Oh, what a delightful time it was! But I am wearying you.”

“No, not at all.”