"Johannes."
"Johannes. Well, what then?"
"Oh, why—we thought I ought to tell you. We talked about it, my wife and I, and she thought so too. You were asking the day before yesterday if he was coming home this spring. Yes, he's coming."
"Then I am sure you must be glad," said the young lady. "When is he coming?"
"In a month."
"I see. Well, there was nothing else?"
"No. We only thought, as you had asked.... No, there was nothing else. It was only that."
The Miller had dropped his voice again.
She went out with him. In the passage they met her father and she said to him as they passed, aloud and in a casual tone:
"The Miller tells me Johannes is coming home again. You remember Johannes, don't you?"