I awoke long after daybreak.
Gina was bending over me.
"Let us leave the place," she said; "you are a little shaken. A usual thing the first time. You must accustom yourself."
A tall woman, draped from head to foot in a long mantle of white fur, was waiting for us. Her complexion was of a muddy yellowish hue; her eyes were dull and sodden. It took me more than one glance to make sure who she was.
We were accompanied to the carriage by a grey-haired gentleman whom—so far as I could remember—I had never seen before.
I put up my hands to my eyes, unwilling now to look upon the world any more.
And with this my canticle of love comes to an end.
I had asked Smilowicz to let the Professor know I was going to call upon him: and I have been there to-day.
What a curious feeling I had in beholding once more those solemn-looking apartments, lined all round with books up to the very ceiling and the same beautiful old man, now a little older!
