"And afterwards?..."
"A bullet through the head!"
"The devil! Where did you get this idea from?"
"From your face! Suicide is plainly written on it!"
"Haruspex! Well, pack up and come along!"
When I saw Marie that night I told her the good news. She listened with every appearance of pleasure, wished me a pleasant time, and repeated again and again that it would do me a world of good, would refresh me mentally. In short, she seemed well pleased, and overwhelmed me with affection, which touched me deeply.
We spent the evening together, talking of the days which had gone by. We made no plans, for we had lost faith in the future. Then we parted.... For ever? ... The question was not mooted; we silently agreed to leave it to chance to reunite us or not.
[1] A Swedish crown is equivalent to 1s. 4d.