"You told me that at home you were alone almost every day."
"Yes, the days mama works at the factory. . . . But I don't dare . . ."
"You are afraid, then, that we shall be seen?"
"No, that's not the reason. We have no neighbors."
"Well, then, what is it you're afraid of?"
She did not reply.
They were come to the square before the tramway station. Although all about them were people who were waiting, they were hardly to be seen, the fog continued to isolate the little couple. She evaded his eyes. He took her two hands and said tenderly:
"My darling, don't be afraid . . ."
She lifted her eyes and they gazed at each other. Their eyes were so loyal!
"I trust you," said she.
She closed her eyes. She felt that she was sacred to him.
They let go hands. The tram was about to start. Pierre's gaze questioned Luce.
"What day?" he demanded.
