"How can I not believe it, when it is all in the letters?
And why should you not believe it, too?
Besides, Vjera dear, it will all be quite clear to-morrow.

Of course--well, I can understand that having known me poor so long, it must seem strange to you to think of me as very rich.

But I shall not be another man, for that.

I shall always be the same for you, Vjera, always the same." "Yes, always the same," sighed the girl under her breath.
"Yes, and so, if you love me to-day, you will love me just as well to-morrow--to-morrow, the great day for me.

What day will it be?
Let me see--to-morrow is Wednesday." "Wednesday, yes," repeated Vjera.