He laughed. “Since when has Janka begun to grow romantic?”
“Since I fell in love, of course!”
“You!!” Astounded, he stared at me.
“My dear friend, what can there be to surprise you in that?”
“I really ... no, really I do not know. I was only taken aback. Certainly, on your side, it is but a natural thing. Don’t you see? I had grown so accustomed to look on you as belonging to a third sex.”
“There now, how unjust you have been! I on my own part have always looked on you as a man.”
“But come, tell me with whom you are in love, and whether your bliss is all that fancy painted it.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Bliss! It is you who are romantic now, Stephen. At the best, I am not bored. And the less bliss I have, the less bored I am!”
“Then you are not bored?”