MARIE The seat leans against the gray wall, at the spot where a rose tree hangs over it, and the lane begins to slope to the river.

I asked Marie to come, and I am waiting for her in the evening.
When I asked her--in sudden decision after so many days of hesitation--to meet me here this evening, she was silent, astonished.
But she did not refuse; she did not answer.

Some people came and she went away.

I am waiting for her, after that prayer.
Slowly I stroll to the river bank.

When I return some one is on the seat, enthroned in the shadow.