Fourteen days of May had passed. Both were sitting outside the comfortable little house and watching how the migratory birds rested in the garden before continuing their journey north-ward.
"So quiet?"
"How long?"
"Eight days more. But I had not thought that marriage was such a splendid arrangement."
"Although they call me a woman-hater," he said, "I have always loved woman, and although they call me a friend of immorality, I have always held by marriage."
"Can you imagine yourself leading a lonely life after this?"
"No, the thought chokes me."
"Do you know I am so happy that I am afraid?"
"Yes, so am I. I feel as if someone were lying and spying on us. She is called Nemesis, and follows not only guilty but also happy men."
"What are you most afraid of?"