in the monk's words.

Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing a different
dress.

"Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for
you. . . . But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder,
glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How
strange you are, Andryusha!"

"I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her shoulders.
"I am more than pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are
an extraordinary, nice creature. Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so
glad!"

He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on:

"I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment.
But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not
believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you,
and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen
times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know
how I shall get on without you when I go back home."

"Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are
humble people and you are a great man."

"No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me,
Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?"