But she, taking his hand, drew him towards her, saying: "Come, come."
He leapt over the little wall.
Covered by her black mantle, without speaking, Anna bent her head and broke into sobs.
"What is it? What is wrong?" he asked, trying to see her face.
Anna wept without answering.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Tell me what's troubling you," he murmured earnestly, with a caress in his words and in his voice.
"Nothing, nothing. I was so frightened," she stammered.
"Dearest, dearest, dearest!" he whispered.
"Oh, I'm a poor creature—a poor thing," said she, with a desolate gesture.