But you are cold.
Let us walk, and you will be warmer." Nina, who had already put her hand upon her lover's arm, thrust it in a little farther, encouraged by such sweet words; and then he took her little hand in his, and drew her still nearer to him, till she was clinging to him very closely.

"Nina, my own one," he said again.

He had never before been in so sweet a mood with her.

Walk with him?
Yes; she would walk with him all night if he would let her.

Instead of turning again over the bridge as she had expected, he took her back into the Kleinseite, not bearing round to the right in the direction of her own house, but going up the hill into a large square, round which the pathway is covered by the overhanging houses, as is common for avoidance of heat in Southern cities.