It was like a kaleidoscope. Behind it
lay the large dusky garden that, as all gardens in this town, stretched
down to the river, which glimmered like dull glass between the stems of
the trees. It was a calm, clear evening. Yourii felt a vague sense of
depression. He had lived too long in large towns built of stone, and
though he liked to fancy that he was fond of nature, she really gave
him nothing, neither solace, nor peace, nor joy, and only roused in him
a vague, dreamy, morbid longing.
"Aha! You're up at last! it was about time," said Lialia, as she
entered the room.
Oppressed as he was by the sense of his uncertain position and by the
melancholy of the dying day, Yourii felt almost vexed by his sister's
gaiety and by her merry voice.
"What are you so pleased about?" he asked abruptly.
"Well, I never!" cried Lialia, wide-eyed, while she laughed again, just
as if her brother's question had reminded her of something particularly
amusing.
"Imagine your asking me why I am so pleased? You see, I am never bored.
I have no time for that sort of thing."
Then, in a graver tone, and evidently proud of her last remark, she
added.
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