“Yes, Olga.”
“Then, if I had known that, I would have invited her to come,” offendedly she said as she withdrew her hand from his. “Until now I had imagined that your greatest happiness in life was to be with me, and with me alone. Let us go for a row in a boat.”
With that she set off towards the river, dragging his unwilling form behind her.
“Are you coming to our house to-morrow?” she inquired when they were safely settled in their seats.
“My God!” he reflected. “Already she has divined my thoughts, and knows that I do not want to come!”
“Yes, yes,” he answered aloud.
“In the morning, and for the whole day?”
“Yes.”
She splashed his face playfully with water.
“How bright and cheerful everything looks!” she remarked as she gazed about her. “Let us come again to-morrow. This time I shall come straight from home.”