She felt like a happy cloud of mystery, like a
cloud from heaven that the gods had sent to help her.
She was thinking, as she was always doing, of her first great love.
She had looked at him with the first great love of her life, the youth
who had made her all that was good and beautiful of this heart.
But the time had come when he would be too old to make her happy, too
old to bring back to her a memory of their first meeting. She never
could be sure of that. But she would have to wait a moment for that time
to come.
She had to hold herself in readiness to receive the last great love of
her life when she would be ready to receive the last great love of his
life when he could say: ‘I love her as I love her now.’
