gaily enough, lying afterward for hours, drowsy and content, in each other's arms.
Once she said, impulsively: "I love you!"
He answered, smiling: "Lina, I find you adorable, for I know that you believe what you are saying to me."
"I teil you I love you. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, my angel. But one day you will really love some one, and then you'11 find that it will not even be necessary to say those words: 'I love you.' "
"I don't understand."
"I know. Never mind. Go on loving me in your own way. You are enchanting."
"You are funny."
And she feil asleep.