“Yes, it is very beautiful,” replied Sina dreamily.
“In fact it is beautiful to be alive,” she added.
A thought, vague and disquieting, crossed Yourii’s mind, but it vanished without taking any clear shape. Some one loudly whistled twice on the other side of the meadow, and then came silence, as before.
“Do you like Schafroff?” asked Sina suddenly, being inwardly amused at so apparently inept a question.
Yourii felt a momentary pang of jealousy, but with a slight effort he replied gravely. “He’s a good fellow.”
“How devoted he is to his work!”
Yourii was silent.
A faint grey mist rose from the meadow and the grass grew paler in the dew.
“It is getting damp,” said Sina, shivering slightly.
Yourii unconsciously looked at her round, soft shoulders, feeling instantly confused, and she, aware of his glance became confused also, although it was pleasant to her.