Here, sit down here." She herself sat down and patted the grass, inviting him.

He at once sat down beside her, but he could say nothing--nothing at all.
She waited for a time and then, seeing him, I suppose, at a loss and helpless, regained her own courage.

"Are you still angry with me ?" "No," he answered, not looking at her.
"You have a right to be; I behaved very badly." "I don't understand," he replied, "why you thought in Petrograd that you loved me and then--so soon--found that you did not--so soon." He looked at her and then lowered his eyes.
"What do you know or I know ?" she suddenly asked him impetuously.

"Are we not both always thinking that things will be so fine--_seichass_--and then they are not.

How could we be happy together when we are both so ignorant?
Ah, you know, John, _you know_ that happy together we could never be." He looked at her clearly and without hesitation.
"I was very stupid," he said.