Sina turned to the boy. “Are you coming with me?” The urchin looked shy and confused, as, again rubbing his feet together, he muttered, “I came to be with mother. She does washing here, for the monks.”
“But how am I to go alone, Grischka?”
“All right! Let’s go,” replied the lad, in a tone of vigorous assent.
They went out into the dark-blue, fragrant night.
“What a delightful scent!” she exclaimed, immediately uttering a startled cry, for in the darkness she had stumbled against some one.
“It is I,” said Sanine, laughing.
Sina held out her trembling hand.
“It’s so dark that one can’t see,” she said, by way of excuse.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to the town. They’ve sent for me.”