miliar black garment of hers, and he stepped close to her, and snapped his fingers:
“I shall be elected, I shall be elected,” he said proudly. “A tremendous success all around, the voters were intoxicated with my speech,” and he looked strangely into her eyes that were still moist with tears.
“I congratulate you,” she said, giving him her hand. Jiří pressed it hard.
“But where is aunty?” she asked, freeing her hand.
“She is still asleep, I suppose.”
“Excuse me, I will change my dress.” And she went out hurriedly.
“How strange he is!” she thought to herself, as she was standing in her room, taking off her hat.
The door creaked behind her. Strong arms were thrown around her waist. O Lord, it was Jiří. He was red in the face and said softly: “Darling, you are mine, mine, mine!”
