“Two steps?” said Leon, pleased by this tempting description.
“Two steps, and you are in the cow-yard and then in the little garden where Monina plays.”
“Where Monina plays.”
They had drawn closer together in their eager gestures as they had become more interested in the dialogue and their hands met now and then, like birds that flutter and coo.
“Monina may perhaps make a little noise and disturb you at your work—but you will forgive her, will you not?” As she spoke Pepa winked her eyelids to keep her tears from falling.
“Forgive her! Why Pepa, you may think it lucky if I do not devour her with kisses.”
“And it is a fortnight since you saw her, you bad man!”
“I will go to see her to-morrow,” said Leon, his face as bright now as it had before been gloomy.
“To-morrow; then I am to expect you?” said Pepa, who was half reclining on the divan so that her elbow was buried in the pillows.