A few days later Raisky got up about five o’clock. The sun was already full on the horizon, a wholesome freshness rose from garden and park, flowers breathed a deeper perfume, and the dew glittered on the grass. He dressed quickly and went out into the garden, when he suddenly met Vera.
“It is not intentional, not intentional, I swear,” he stammered in his first surprise.
They both laughed. She picked a flower, threw it to him, and gave him her hand; and in reply to the kiss he gave she kissed him on the forehead.
“It was not intentional, Vera,” he repeated. “You see yourself.”
“I see you are good and kind.”
“Generous,” he added.
“We have not got to generosity yet,” she said laughing, and took his arm. “Let us go for a walk; it’s a lovely morning.”
He felt unspeakably happy.
“What coat are you wearing?” she asked in surprise as they walked. “It is not yours.”
“Ah, it is Mark’s.”