"Well," said Emil; "it is probably just the right time."
"In what way?"
"That we should have met again."
"Oh, I have often longed for you."
He seemed to be deep in thought.
"And perhaps it is also just as well that things then turned out as they did," he said. "It is on that very account that the recollection is so charming."
"Yes, charming."
They were both silent for a time.
"Do you remember …" she said, and then she began to talk of the old days, of their walks in the town-park, and of her first day at the Conservatoire.
He nodded in answer to everything she said, held his arm on the back of the sofa, and lightly touched the lock of hair, which curled over the nape of her neck. At times he threw in a word. Then Emil himself recalled something which she had forgotten; he had remembered a further outing: a trip to the Prater one Sunday morning.