'Gemma!' repeated Sanin.
She sighed, looked around behind her into the room, and with a rapid movement pulling the now faded rose out of her bodice, she threw it to Sanin.
'I wanted to give you this flower.'
He recognised the rose, which he had won back the day before....
But already the window had slammed-to, and through the dark pane nothing could be seen, no trace of white.
Sanin went home without his hat.... He did not even notice that he had lost it.