He kissed her again.
"And I could let you believe me that!"
She laughed. "Oh, no.... But you have shown me enough." And, pushing him gently away, "I am convinced, mon ami...."
"As if you couldn't have read it in my eyes——"
"Alas! One reads—and one runs——"
"You couldn't escape me. It was written."
"Yes," she said dreamily, "I believe that now." And then, "But if anything should come between us——"
"What, Marishka?" he smiled.
"I don't know. I have always thought that love would not come to me without bitterness."
"What bitterness, liebchen?"