“Wait a moment,” whispered Helge, when she was going to light the lamp, and he kissed her again. “Put on the geisha-dress; you look so sweet in it. I will sit on the balcony while you change.”
Jenny changed her dress in the dark; she put the kettle on and arranged the anemones and the almond sprigs before she called him in and lighted up.
He took her again in his arms and said:
“Oh, Jenny, you are so lovely. Everything about you is lovely; it is heavenly to be with you. I wish I could be with you always.”
She took his face between her two hands.
“Jenny—you wish it—that we could be always together?”
She looked into his beautiful brown eyes:
“Yes, Helge; I do.”
“Do you wish that this spring—our spring—never would end?”