"You are not prosaic, are you?"
"Good gracious me, yes, I have no chance of being anything else, and am not sure that I could be if I tried ever so hard."
"Nonsense."
"I assure you it isn't. I wish it were, for then I could dream all kinds of lovely things, instead of thinking about my meals and clothes."
I felt suddenly chilled, without any reason that I knew of, save the fact that I could not seem to get into touch with this mood of hers. It was a few minutes before I essayed another remark.
"I wonder when we shall meet again."
"Oh, we are sure to meet somewhere some day, people always do, it is such a small world really. I wish you could come to Sonale, I'm sure you would find a great deal to interest you, and I know you would like my sisters."
"I'm sure I should."
I did not put much fervour into my voice; and Irma evidently noticed it, for she turned the subject.
"What time do you leave to-morrow, Victor?"