“But you love her?” Eleanor asked directly. “No,” Thomas said. “You say that because you’re with me,” Eleanor declared. He shook his head. “My father had a book of St. Augustine’s sayings and there was one that always puzzled me.” He frowned, trying to remember the Latin. “Nondum amabam, et amare amabam. I did not love, but yearned to love.” Eleanor gave him a skeptical look. “A very elaborate way of saying you’re lonely.”
