Gail Wynand was twenty when he fell in love. He had known
      everything there was to know about sex since the age of thirteen
      He had had many girls. He never spoke of love, created no
      romantic illusion and treated the whole matter as a simple animal
      transaction; but at this he was an expert  and women could tell
      it, just by looking at him. The girl with whom he fell in love had
      an exquisite beauty, a beauty to be worshiped, not desired. She
      was fragile and silent. Her face told of the lovely mysteries
      within her, left unexpressed.
       She became Gail Wynanand's mistress. He allowed himself the
      weakness of being happy. He would have married her at once
      had she mentioned it. But they said little to each other. He felt
      that everything was understood between them.
       One evening he spoke. Sitting at her feet, his face raised to
      her, he allowed his soul to be heard. "My darling, anything you
      wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be . .. That's what i
      want to offer you not the things I'll get for you, but the thing
      in me that will make me able to get them. That thing a man
      can't renounce it but I want to renounce it so that it will be
      yours so that it will be in your service only for you: The girl
      smiled and asked: "Do you think I'm prettier than Maggie
      Kelly?"
       He got up. He said nothing and walked out of the house. he
      never saw that girl again. Gail Wynand, who prided himself
      never needing a lesson twice, did not fall in love again in the
      years that followed.