I only remember that I enjoyed it.

Later in the evening, Minna sang to me.
I heard one of those simple German ballads again, not long since, and the music brought the tears into my eyes.
The moon rose early that night.

When I looked at my watch, I found that it was time to go.

Minna was at the window, admiring the moonlight.

"On such a beautiful night," she said, "it seems a shame to stay indoors.