I have seen Steve when he was in love with you. I remember his coming to me and weeping (what poetry and high ideals you were bound up with in his mind!), and I know that the longer he lived with you the higher you rose in his esteem.
Recuerdo cuando Stiva estaba enamorado de ti, cómo lloraba recordándote, cómo hablaba de ti continuamente, cuánta poesía ponía en tu amor. Y sé que, a medida que pasa el tiempo, sentía por ti mayor respeto.