– Is written there? ‘Stammered.

– Read yourself!

A long silence ensued.

The lamp spread its soft light and cheerful, as if lighting a scene of the most cheerful, and the wind blew gently, scraping the windows with one touch. Below, the noise seemed to calm down laughter could be heard ever more distant intervals, the hum of voices murmuring was transformed into a uniform and confusing. The guests were tired, digested.

The doctor had gone to see what was Mark. This, shot on the edge of the bed empty, and with his head buried in his hands, remained motionless.

Only his oppressed breathing, which escaped from his chest in short, irregular breaths, revealed the storm that stirred within him.

-Back to you, boy, ’said Dr laying his hand on the shoulder of Mark.

‘Uncle, it is clear that Lana was not in his view when he wrote that.

– Never has been more than at that moment!

– How can you say? Do not insult one dead!

‘Nothing is further from my thoughts, my son. Who will dare to throw the first stone? But if you listened carefully, you will understand without shame that his whole life was spent in preparing, in lead, so to speak, that unique instant maturity. His childhood dreams locked up and the seeds of this criminal desire, suddenly developed on that famous rock on which you sat with her in the forest, and gave a vigorous plant whose flower opened at precisely the time when Lana went into your room Mary to join.