She sat with both elbows on the table, looking into my face.
"Well, if for no other reason, at least because such a conversation needs to be entered into more than once, because there are so many things to consider, and I am going away again to-day."
"But cannot you come again?"
"Do you wish it?"
She was silent a moment, then she said slowly: "As a rule, I have but one great wish at a time. And it was fully in keeping with the one I now have that you should come here."
"What is it, my dear lady?"
"Ah, that I cannot tell you, unless you will promise me to come again."
"Well, then, I will promise you to do so."
She extended her hand across the table with the words: "Thank you."
I turned on my chair toward her, and took her hand.