Assuredly I do."
"But I mean that other kind, the kind that makes a little heaven for a
man and woman here on earth, that answers all their longings, so that
nothing else matters, just so they have each other. I read about it in
novels and in poetry, but I don't see it. The married people I know
take each other as much for granted as they do their hands and feet.
That's not what love means to me."
The Doctor smiled indulgently. "Wait until you have passed the
sentimental age before you give your verdict! Most young ladies
imagine that because love does not arrive, full panoplied on a snow-
white steed, that it is not love. You, probably, like the rest, have
read too many romantic novels. When you come to know life better you
will realize that moral equality and intellectual affinity promise a
much safer union than a violent romantic attachment."
She regarded him as earnestly as if he had been the fount of all
wisdom.
"How long does it usually last?" she asked.
"Last?" he repeated.
"The sentimental age. I suppose a girl ought to get through it by the
time she is twenty. But I never do things on time. I didn't even know
I was sentimental until you told me.
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