We had begun to walk on involuntarily. A policeman is standing at the corner, looking at us.
"But, after all, where are we going to?" she asks, and stops.
"Wherever you wish; only where you wish."
"Ugh, yes! but it's such a bore to have to decide oneself."
A pause.
Then I say, merely for the sake of saying something:
"I see it's dark up in your windows."
"Yes, it is," she replies gaily; "the servant has an evening off, too, so I am all alone at home."
We both stand and look up at the windows of No. 2 as if neither of us had seen them before.
"Can't we go up to your place, then?" I say; "I shall sit down at the door the whole time if you like."
But then I trembled with emotion, and regretted greatly that I had perhaps been too forward. Supposing she were to get angry, and leave me. Suppose I were never to see her again. Ah, that miserable attire of mine! I waited despairingly for her reply.
