From behind come all these noises. It is not for them my ears are bent; I am listening before me.
In this direction I now hear sounds. The plashing of water is in my ears, and mingling with the tones of a clear silvery voice—it is the voice of my sister! “Ha, ha, ha!” The ring of laughter! Thank Heaven, she is safe!
I stay my step under the influence of a delicate thought; I call aloud:
“Virgine! Virgine!”
Impatiently I wait the reply. None reaches me; the noise of the water has drowned my voice!
I call again, and louder: “Virgine! sister! Virgine!”
I am heard, and hear:
“Who calls? You, Georgy?”
“Yes; it is I, Virgine.”
“And pray, what want you, brother?”