“And will you be my wife?”
Wanda looked at me—how did she look at me? I think first of all with surprise, and then with a tinge of irony.
“What has given you so much courage, all at once?”
“Courage?”
“Yes courage, to ask anyone to be your wife, and me in particular?” She lifted up the slipper. “Was it through a sudden friendship with this? But joking aside. Do you really wish to marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Severin, that is a serious matter. I believe, you love me, and I care for you too, and what is more important each of us finds the other interesting. There is no danger that we would soon get bored, but, you know, I am a fickle person, and just for that reason I take marriage seriously. If I assume obligations, I want to be able to meet them. But I am afraid—no—it would hurt you.”
“Please be perfectly frank with me,” I replied.
“Well then honestly, I don’t believe I could love a man longer than—” She inclined her head gracefully to one side and mused.
“A year.”