Her delicate small face kept breaking into little smiles with pensive intervals--till at last she broke out-- 'Do you remember how I caught you--turning back to look after us--just here--just about here?
You had passed that thorn tree--' He came back to love-making with delight.
'"Caught me!" I like that! As if you weren't looking back too! How else did you know anything about me ?' He had taken his seat beside her on the rock, and her curly black head was nestling against his shoulder.

There was no one on the mountain path, no one on the lake.

Occasionally from the main road on the opposite shore there was a passing sound of wheels.

Otherwise the world was theirs--its abysses of shadow, its 'majesties of light.' She laughed joyously, not attempting to contradict him.

It was on this very path, just two months before the war, that they had first seen each other.