“Maximilian, we said we would be to each other as two voices, two shadows.”
“As you will, Valentine.”
“Shall you be happy if I do what you wish?”
“Oh, yes!”
Valentine mounted on a bench, and passed not only her finger but her whole hand through the opening. Maximilian uttered a cry of delight, and, springing forwards, seized the hand extended towards him, and imprinted on it a fervent and impassioned kiss. The little hand was then immediately withdrawn, and the young man saw Valentine hurrying towards the house, as though she were almost terrified at her own sensations.