Imre, with an exclamation of delight—Jinre, erect, bronzed, flushed, with eyes flashing—with that smile of his which was almost as flashing as his eyes—Imre, more beautiful than ever, came to me, with both hands outstretched.
"At last.... and really!" I exclaimed as he hurried over the wide room, fairly beaming, as with contentment at being once more out of camp-routine. "And back five hours ahead of time!"
"Five hours ahead of time indeed!" he echoed, laughing. "Thou art glad? I know I am!"
"Dear Imre, I am immeasurably happy", I replied.
He leaned forward, and lightly kissed my cheek.
What!—he Imre von N—, who so had friend ioned the warm-hearted greetings of his quest—Captain M—! An odd lapse indeed!
"I am in a state of regular shipwreck," he exclaimed; standing up particularly straight again, after a demonstration that so confounded
