“She knows my face, ravaged by time, my white hair, and she loves them in the picture, but I am ageing day by day; perhaps when she sees me this incredible love will be killed at a blow.”
He had reached Hergyswyl by boat some hours before her; she, leaving Basel in the morning, arrived by the Brünigbahn in the afternoon.
“Do you know,” Maria continued, “when I did not see you at the station, my first sensation was one of relief; I trembled so! The second sensation was different, was one of fright.”
Giovanni smiled,
“You never told me that,” said he.
The young wife looked up at him and smiled in her turn.
“Perhaps you yourself have never told me quite everything about those moments.”
Giovanni placed his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear:
“That is true.”
She started, and then laughed at herself for starting, and Giovanni laughed with her.