"I don't know," replied Johannes. "Why did she say that about his wrists?"
"Perhaps they were nice. And then he had a white shirt above them—oh, of course I know why. I expect she was fond of him too."
"Camilla!" he said; "if I was very fond of you and waited a few years, I only ask.... In one word, I am not worthy of you; but do you think you would be mine some day if I ask you next year or in two years' time?"
Pause.
Camilla had suddenly turned fiery red with embarrassment, she twisted her slight figure this way and that and clasped her hands. He put his arm round her and asked:
"Do you think you could some day? Will you?"
"Yes," she answered, and fell into his arms.
The next day he saw her down to the pier. He kissed her little hands with their childish, innocent expression and was full of thankfulness and joy.
Victoria was not there.