"
Adeline looked at him long and searchingly.
"You are a remarkable man," she said, after a pause.
After each of the two had declared the other to be a remarkable
specimen of the species man, and made a good many remarks on the
futility of dancing, they began to talk of the melancholy influence of
the moon. Then they returned to the ball-room and took their place in
a set of quadrilles.
Adeline was a perfect dancer and the lawyer won her heart completely
because he "danced like an innocent girl."
When the set was over, they went out again on the verandah and sat
down.
"What is love?" asked Adeline, looking at the moon as if she expected
an answer from heaven.
"The sympathy of the souls," he replied, and his voice sounded like
the whispering breeze.
"But sympathy may turn to antipathy; it has happened frequently,"
objected Adeline.
"Then it wasn't genuine! There are materialists who say that there
would be no such thing as love if there weren't two sexes, and they
dare to maintain that sensual love is more lasting than the love of
the soul. Don't you think it low and bestial to see nothing but sex in
the beloved woman?"
"Don't speak of the materialists!"
"Yes, I must, so that you may realise the loftiness of my feelings for
a woman, if ever I fell in love.
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