Her face, with wide hanging lips, came above the sill, and the same moment she jumped into the room.
They stood looking at each other. They had never been alone together before. He did not know what to do.
She was a little dishevelled, twigs from the shrubbery clung to the black flounces of her gown. She raised her thin shoulders once, twice, and sighed.
She reached out her arm, whispering:
“Vanka.”
He moved away from her, staring at her.
“Vanka,” she repeated, and came close, leaning a little on him.
In a voice of command, she said simply, “You must tell me something.”
“I will tell you,” he answered, automatically.
“See, look at your hands——” She kissed them suddenly, dropping her wet lips into the middle of the palms, making him start and shiver.