“I knew that you were here,” she said.
I sat down beside her and took her hand. A long-forgotten tremor ran through my veins at the sound of that dear voice. She gazed into my face with her deep, calm eyes. Mistrust and something in the nature of reproach were expressed in her glance.
“We have not seen each other for a long time,” I said.
“A long time, and we have both changed in many ways.”
“Consequently you love me no longer?”...
“I am married!”... she said.
“Again? A few years ago, however, that reason also existed, but, nevertheless”...
She plucked her hand away from mine and her cheeks flamed.
“Perhaps you love your second husband?”...
She made no answer and turned her head away.