“Awaiting another rainbow!”
“But storms come first.”
“Is another rainbow not worth the storm?”
“Is it?” he demanded.
“Shall we try?” she asked carelessly.
He did not answer. But presently he looked across at Vanya.
“Who is there who would not love him?” said Marya serenely.
“I was wondering.”
“No need. All love Vanya. I, also.”
“I thought so.”