A SIMPLE STOKY 495
And then, Feigele, such a lovely, blissful feeling comes over you. Don't look, take no notice of him, walk ahead stiffly and firmly, with your head high, let him follow and look at you. And he looks, and he follows, he would follow you to the world's end, into the howling desert. Ha, ha, how lovely it feels !
But once, on a Sabbath evening, walking in the gardens with a girl friend, and he following, Feigele turned aside down a dark path, and sat down on a bench behind a bushy tree.
He came and sat down, too, at the other end of the bench.
Evening: the many branching trees overshadow and obscure, it grows dark, they are screened and hidden from view.
A breeze blows, lightly and pleasantly, and cools the air.
They feel it good to be there, their hearts beat in the stillness.
Who will say the first word?
He coughs, ahem ! to show that he is there, but she makes no sign, implying that she neither knows who he is, nor what he wants, and has no wish to learn.
They are silent, they only hear their own beating hearts and the wind in the leaves.
"I beg your pardon, do you know what time it is?"
"No, I don't," she replies stiffly, meaning, "I know quite well what you are after, but don't be in such a hurry, you won't get anything the sooner."
The girl beside her gives her a nudge. "Did you hear that?" she giggles.
