One evening Yann amused himself by relating to his affianced athousand things she had done, orwhich had happened to her since theirfirst meeting; he even enumerated to her the different dressesshe had had,and the jollifications to which she had been.
She listened in great surprise. How did he know all this? Who wouldhave thought of a man everpaying any attention to such matters, andbeing capable of remembering so clearly?
But he only smiled at her in a mysterious way, and went onmentioning other facts to her that shehad altogether forgotten.
She did not interrupt him; nay, she but let him continue, while anunexpected delicious joywelled up in her heart; she began, at length, todivine and understand everything. He, too, hadloved--loved her, throughthat weary time. She had been his constant thought, as he wasguilelesslyconfessing. But, in this case, what had been his reason for repelling her atfirst andmaking her suffer so long?
There always remained this mystery that he had promised to explain toher--yet still seemed toelude--with a confused, incomprehensible smile.
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