Michaelis.
What was it?
Mrs. Beeler.
I—I don't know how to describe it.—It was like a new sweetness in the air.
She looks out at the open window, where the spring breeze lightly wafts the curtains.
Michaelis.
The lilacs have opened during the night.
Mrs. Beeler.
It was not the lilacs.—I get it now again, in this room.
She looks toward the lilies and shakes her head.