"It is almost too delightful here!" he murmured, and again he grasped
a dewy branch of lilac.
"Yes, it is very beautiful," replied Sina dreamily.
"In fact it is beautiful to be alive," she added.
A thought, vague and disquieting, crossed Yourii's mind, but it
vanished without taking any clear shape. Some one loudly whistled twice
on the other side of the meadow, and then came silence, as before.
"Do you like Schafroff?" asked Sina suddenly, being inwardly amused at
so apparently inept a question.
Yourii felt a momentary pang of jealousy, but with a slight effort he
replied gravely. "He's a good fellow."
"How devoted he is to his work!"
Yourii was silent.
A faint grey mist rose from the meadow and the grass grew paler in the
dew.
"It is getting damp," said Sina, shivering slightly.
Yourii unconsciously looked at her round, soft shoulders, feeling
instantly confused, and she, aware of his glance became confused also,
although it was pleasant to her.
"Let us go."
Regretfully they returned along the narrow garden-path, each brushing
lightly against the other at times as they walked.
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