Theyhadonespringdaytogether——onlyone。Itwasthedaybeforethesailing；allthestoreshadbeenshipped，andYannremainedthewholedaywithher。Theystrolledalong，arm-in-arm，throughthelanes，likesweetheartsagain，veryclosetooneanother，murmuringathousandtenderthings。Thegoodfolksmiled，astheysawthempass，saying:
\"It\'sGaud，withlongYannfromPors-Even。Theyweremarriedonlyt\'otherday!\"
Thislastdaywasreallyspring。Itwasstrangeandwonderfultobeholdthisuniversalserenity。Notasinglecloudmarredthelatelyfleckedsky。Thewinddidnotblowanywhere。Theseahadbecomequitetranquil，andwasofapale，evenbluetint。Thesunshonewithglaringwhitebrilliancy，andtheroughBretonlandseemedbathedinitslight，asinarare，delicateether；itseemedtobrightenandreviveevenintheutmostdistance。Theairhadadelicious，balmyscent，asofsummeritself，andseemedasifitwerealwaysgoingtoremainso，andneverknowanymoregloomy，thunderousdays。Thecapesandbaysoverwhichthechangefulshadowsofthecloudsnolongerpassed，wereoutlinedinstrongsteadylinesinthesunlight，andappearedtorestalsointhelong-duringcalm。Allthismadetheirlovingfestivalsweeterandlongerdrawnout。Theearlyflowersalreadyappeared:primroses，andfrail，scentlessvioletsgrewalongthehedgerows。
WhenGaudasked:\"Howlongthenareyougoingtoloveme，Yann？\"
Heanswered，surprisedly，lookingatherfullinthefacewithhisfrankeyes:\"Why，forever，Gaud。\"