They are silent, they only hear their own beating hearts and the wind in the leaves. "I beg your pardon, do you know what time it is?" "No, I don't," she replies stiffly, meaning, "I know quite well what you are after, but don't be in such a hurry, you won't get anything the sooner." The girl beside her gives her a nudge. "Did you hear that?" she giggles. Feigele feels a little annoyed with her. Does the girl think _she_ is the object? And she presently prepares to rise, but remains, as though glued to the seat. "A beautiful night, isn't it?" "Yes, a beautiful evening." And so the conversation gets into swing, with a question from him and an answer from her, on different subjects, first with fear and fluttering of the heart, then they get closer one to another, and become more confidential. When she goes home, he sees her to the door, they shake hands and say, "Till we meet again!" And they meet a second and a third time, for young hearts attract each other like a magnet. At first, of course, it is accidental, they meet by chance in the company of two other people, a girl friend of hers and a chum of his, and then, little by little, they come to feel that they want to see each other alone, all to themselves, and they fix upon a quiet time and place. And they met. They walked away together, outside the town, between the sky and the fields, walked and talked, and again, conscious that the talk was an artificial one, were even more gladly silent. Evening, and the last sunbeams were gliding over the ears of corn on both sides of the way. Then a breeze came along, and the ears swayed and whispered together, as the two passed on between them down the long road. Night was gathering, it grew continually darker, more melancholy, more delightful. "I have been wanting to know you for a long time, Feigele." "I know. You followed me like a shadow." They are silent. "What are you thinking about, Feigele?" "What are _you_ thinking about, Eleazar?" And they plunge once more into a deep converse about all sorts of things, and there seems to be no reason why it should ever end. It grows darker and darker. They have come to walk closer together. Now he takes her hand, she gives a start, but his hand steals further and further into hers. Suddenly, as dropt from the sky, he bends his face, and kisses her on the cheek. A thrill goes through her, she takes her hand out of his and appears rather cross, but he knows it is put on, and very soon she is all right again, as if the incident were forgotten. An hour or two go by thus, and every day now they steal away and meet outside the town. And Eleazar began to frequent her parents' house, the first time with an excuse--he had some work for Feigele. And then, as people do, he came to know when the work would be done, and Feigele behaved as though she had never seen him before, as though not even knowing who he was, and politely begged him to take a seat.