Why does she want everything?"
"Some women do, when they marry. Many are not content to be sweetheart
and wife, but must take the place of mother and sisters too. But
remember, Juliet, when a woman closes a man's heart against those of his
own blood, the one door she has left open will some day be slammed in
her own face."
"And then--?"
"Then the other doors will swing ajar, turning slowly on rusty hinges,
but the women for whom they are opened will never cross the threshold
again."
"Why?"
"Because they have ceased to care. There is nothing so dead as a woman's
dead love. When the fire goes out and no single ember is left, the ashes
are past the power of flame to rekindle."
"Do you think that, after a while, I won't care for Romie any more?"
"Not as you used to--that is impossible even now."
Juliet sighed and hastily wiped away a tear. With a quick, sure stroke,
her life seemed to have been divided.
"Don't, dear. Remember what you have had. I often think a woman has
crossed the line between youth and maturity, when she begins to put
away, in the lavender of memory, the lovely things she has had--and is
never to have again.
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