"Goodbye," he said to the flower.
But she made no answer.
"Goodbye," he said again.
The flower coughed. But it was not because she had a cold.
"I have been silly," she said to him, at last. "I ask your
forgiveness. Try to be happy..."
He was surprised by this absence of reproaches. He stood there all
bewildered, the glass globe held arrested in mid-air. He did not
understand this quiet sweetness.
"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that
you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But
you-- you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy... let the
glass globe be. I don't want it any more."引自 Chapter 9