I do hope they will not be fools or prigs; what a pity it is that all professors are not poets....' And so I went on merrily, when suddenly the whistle sounded and a moment afterwards the train began to move.
"'You must go now,' I said to him.
"'Yes,' he replied, in a queer muffled voice, while standing with his hand on the door of the carriage.

Suddenly he turned to me and cried: "'Oh, Oscar,' and before I knew what he was doing he had caught my face in his hot hands, and kissed me on the lips.

The next moment he had slipped out of the door and was gone....
"I sat there all shaken.

Suddenly I became aware of cold, sticky drops trickling down my face--his tears.

They affected me strangely.