MAGDALEN
73
Dem Kind die Mutter
Mit dem ersten Kuss;
Man wächst empor dann
Zwischen Freud’ und Schmerz,
Da zieht die Liebe in das junge Herz,
Und offenbart
Das Herz der Jungfrau sich,
Spricht eine Thräne:
Ja! ich liebe dich! . . .”
A strong voice in the door sang out the refrain with them. The women grew silent.
“I see, Aunty,” laughed Jiří, “you are making a good display of all your favorite things.”
He stood there, foppishly dressed, in all his glory, and bowed urbanely.
Lucy rose from her seat. She offered him her hand for a greeting.
“That was not a bad idea, Aunty, this gown is becoming to the young lady,” he remarked in a careless way, as he looked at her.
They seated themselves at the table, and
