"Can you recognize me in it?"
"I can recognize you, and remember you."
"Which of the two do you love best?" she asked, pointing to herself.
"You are always the same. I love you always just the same. I recognize you everywhere. Even in the photograph of you as a tiny child. You do not know the emotion I feel as in this chrysalis I discern your soul. Nothing so clearly assures me that you are eternal. I loved you before you were born, and I shall love you ever after…."
He stopped. She stood still and made no answer: she was filled with the sweet sorrow of love. When she returned to the work-room, and he had shown her through the window his little friendly tree, full of chattering sparrows, she said:
"Now, do you know what we will do? We will have a feast. I brought tea and cakes because I knew you would have nothing of the kind. And I brought something else. Give me your overcoat."
"My overcoat?"
"Yes. Give it me."
She took needles and cotton from her bag.
"What are you going to do?"