"That's because you love him, and know that he loves you!"
"I am sure, you may say one is true of yourself," said I, surprised at
her knitted brow and flushed cheek.
"What was that you were reading last night in Plato's Dialogues? What
does he say is real love? for the body or the soul?"
I was confounded. For I had never supposed she listened to a word that
was read.
"If any one has been in love with the body of Alcibiades, that person
has not been in love with Alcibiades," said she, reciting from memory.
"Yes, I remember."
"But one that loves your soul does not leave you, but continues constant
after the flower of your beauty has faded, and all your admirers have
retired."