“Yes.... And are you happy?”
“Yes,”—a little sadly, in spite of herself.
“Sometimes,” he said, “you seem for a moment to go far away from me, even when you are here in my arms. I can’t bear that.” He held her more closely, as though to reassure himself of the reality of her presence. “Then it all begins to seem like a dream again.... I’ve always been lonely for you, all my life, wanting you always ... and not believing I was ever going to find you ... trying to adjust myself to a world in which you didn’t exist. And sometimes, even now—But you are real, aren’t you?”
“I dreamed of you, too, Felix....”
“Isn’t it strange? And strangest of all, that the story should have a happy ending.”
“This—is just the beginning, Felix....”
A faint sadness in her tone, that he had heard before in the very midst of their happiness, frightened him.
“The beginning, yes,” he said. “The beginning of happiness.”
“And—afterward, Felix?”
“More happiness.... Doesn’t that satisfy you?”