how firmly she put her hand on his arm and pressed close to him. Yes, this arm was her hold and firm protection in this world!
Ivan Hron had no idea of what was passing in her mind.
A few days after this incident, which had passed entirely from Hron’s memory, he was left alone in the house. He was planning his annual holiday outside Bohemia with his wife, and according to their custom Magda always went home to her parents for a few days first. They were now old, and she wished to see them and have the satisfaction of having been with them once more.
In her absence Ivan made preparations for their departure. His leave had begun already, and he spent his days at home. He locked up things that were to be left behind, and put everything in order. The next day Mrs Hron was to return from her native town.
Ivan Hron came home from his dinner at a restaurant, and began to pack his handbag. Then he went through all the rooms to see whether he had forgotten anything. He went into his wife’s room, and smiled, noticing the order and neatness of everything.
Suddenly his eye was caught by her walnut bureau. All the drawers were locked except
