howling, and mars the divine symphony I listen to in my dreams of light.
I should appease it, and go out to walk in my sacred grove, along the margin of the dark abysmal lake which is in my soul.
And I should willingly have Roslawski to walk with me there!
Janusz has asked me if I would consent to become his wife.
"If only for a month or two, I would with pleasure," was my truthful reply, which I afterwards turned into a jest: not a nice one, I must say.
Janusz darted one or two angry looks at me, and gave vent to this aphorism: "There are things one should never just about."
Most certainly he is right. And all this begins to worry me just a little.
I might perhaps fancy myself playing the part of his seductress; of his wife, never. And what to do with him now, I can't tell.
I should like to go away now. Oh, why has all this come about so suddenly?
Out boating late in the evening, on the great pond beyond the park.
