The Bohemians of the Latin Quarter

A chat in the midst of the darkness, in a narrow chamber, on a night in spring; a chat which, at first frivolous and trifling, reached the chapter of confidences—you know the road that takes. Words become gradually confused, full of hesitations, voices get lower, the words alternate with sighs, hands meet and complete the thought which mounts from the heart to the lips.

chat in the midst of the darkness, in a narrow chamber, on a night in spring; a chat which, at first frivolous and trifling, reached the chapter of confidences—you know the road that takes. Words become gradually confused, full of hesitations, voices get lower, the words alternate with sighs, hands meet and complete the thought which mounts from the heart to the lips.