"Well, yes," he answered then, slowly, almost in a trembling voice, "there is something I would gladly accept from you."
"And what is it?"
"It has just struck me that there is something in my carriage which you might give me."
"In your carriage?"
"Yes, something you do not know of yet, and which I should be very happy to possess."
The priest took him by the hand.
"Whatever it may be, it is yours!"
In another minute they had reached the pear-tree.
"There is my carriage."
The priest looked that way, and saw, first a red sunshade, then a black straw hat under it, with some white daisies in it, and beneath it a sweet, girlish face. It all seemed so familiar to him, the sunshade, the hat, and the face. He rubbed his eyes as though awaking from a dream, and then exclaimed, catching hold of the lawyer's arm: