"Another time, by the fountain, well have lunch again."
"We shall see. If it's good weather."
"But you will come earlier? Will you not? Say yes . . . Luce . . ."
(They were come to the station. She jumped on the running board of the tram car.)
"Answer, say yes, little light! . . ."
She did not answer; but when the tram was in motion she made a "yes" with her eyelids and he read on her lips without her having spoken:
Both of them thought, as they went their way:
"It's amazing, this evening, what a happy look everybody has!"
And they kept smiling without taking heed of what had occurred. They knew only that they had it, that they possessed it and that it belonged to them. It? What? Nothing. We feel rich this evening! . . . On getting home they looked at themselves carefully in the mirror just as one looks at a