We walked up and down, backwards and forwards, talking a little, not very much, of casual, trivial things; comforted and upheld by each other’s nearness.
At last we went back to the station, and Hugo saw me into the train.
I said:
‘Let me know when you come back,’
He said:
‘I shall come back in ten days.’
‘In ten days?’
‘Yes, in ten days.’
XXIX
The next days passed, unreal and dreamlike to me. I was happy, elated, filled with a renewal of youth. Hugo was there, Hugo was alive, I had found him anew after this long time, and I would see him again in a few days.