No, not exactly in love, for I've been thinking about
what you said as to the difference between love in posse
and love in esse, to put it scientifically--between love
as a prospect and love as a reality.''
``And I was right,'' said she. ``It explains why
marriages go to pieces and affairs come to grief. Those
lovers mistook love's promise to come for fulfillment.
Love doesn't die. It simply fails to come--doesn't
redeem its promise.''
``That's the way it might be with us,'' said he.
``That's the way it would be with us,'' rejoined she.
He did not answer. When they spoke again it was
of indifferent matters. An hour and a half after they
started, they were at Mrs. Belloc's again. She asked
him to have tea in the restaurant next door. He
declined. He went up the steps with her, said:
``Well, I wish you luck. Moldini is the best teacher
in America.''
``How did you know Moldini was to teach me?''
exclaimed she.
He smiled, put out his hand in farewell. ``Crossley
told me. Good-by.
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