"What joy! Always we two, is that it? Then we shall be always
together. Is it really true?"
"Really true."
We sealed this understanding in a long embrace.
An hour later my father, Yana, and I stepped into a landau at the
door.
It was one of those enervating equinoctial days when the warmth and
the intense quietness affect one almost to tears. The sun, in a
beautiful Flemish sky of pale, soft turquoise, had dispersed the
morning mist.
"Look at him, sir," said Yana, pointing to me; "he is as happy as a
king!"
"Now is the time to take in a plentiful supply of air," remarked my
father; "one only needs to open one's mouth!"