Do you remember?
We were four, luckily, and the old man was kept busy in conversation, half drunken as he was.
And we, with our secret between us, walked behind.
Our hands were tight clasped in the folds of our dress.
Tight clasped with the clinging hand caress; you and I trying to put into our hands all the longing that was in us.
All the time we were apprehensive of a sudden turning of the old man or the other ...
Then, the whispered troth, and the meeting-place appointed.
And, then, later, boldly, so openly and audaciously it brought no suspicion,
Under seeming of wine-induced jollity, we kissed.
And they laughed; it seemed a trivial jest to them.