第4章

"IfIwerethefinestpainterintheworld，hewouldn’tthinkanythingofmeforit，I’mafraid;butifIcouldshowhimhandfulsofbigchequesforbadpicturesIhadpainted，hewouldrespectme。"

Shesmiled，andsaid:"Ilovehim。"

"ThenIshalllikehim，"Harzansweredsimply。

Sheputherhandout，andherfingersmethis。"Weshallbelate，"

shesaid，glowing，andcatchingupherbook:"I’malwayslate！"

VII

Therewasoneotherguestatdinner，awell—groomedpersonwithpale，fattishface，darkeyes，andhairthinonthetemples，whoseclotheshadamilitarycut。Helookedlikeamanfondofease，whohadgoneoutofhisgroove，andcollidedwithlife。HerrPaulintroducedhimasCountMarioSarelli。

Twohanginglampswithcrimsonshadesthrewarosylightoverthetable，where，inthecentrestoodasilverbasket，fullofirises。

Throughtheopenwindowsthegardenwasallclustersofblackfoliageinthedyinglight。Mothsflutteredroundthelamps;Greta，followingthemwithhereyes，gavequiteaudiblesighsofpleasurewhentheyescaped。Bothgirlsworewhite，andHarz，whosatoppositeChristian，keptlookingather，andwonderingwhyhehadnotpaintedherinthatdress。

Mrs。Decieunderstoodtheartofdining——thedinner，orderedbyHerrPaul，wasadmirable;theservantssilentastheir，shadows;therewasalwaysahumofconversation。

Sarelli，whosatonherrighthand，seemedtopartakeoflittleexceptolives，whichhedippedintoaglassofsherry。Heturnedhisblack，solemneyessilentlyfromfacetoface，nowandthenaskingthemeaningofanEnglishword。AfteradiscussiononmodernRome，itwasdebatedwhetherornoacriminalcouldbetoldbytheexpressionofhisface。

"Crime，"saidMrs。Decie，passingherhandacrossherbrow——"crimeisbutthehallmarkofstrongindividuality。"

MissNaylor，gushingratherpink，stammered:"Agreatcrimemustshowitself——amurder。Why，ofcourse！"

"Ifthatwereso，"saidDawney，"weshouldonlyhavetolookaboutus——nomoredetectives。"

MissNaylorrejoinedwithslightseverity:"Icannotconceivethatsuchathingcanpassthehumanfaceby，leavingnoimpression！"

Harzsaidabruptly:"Thereareworsethingsthanmurder。"

"Ah！parexemple！"saidSarelli。

Therewasaslightstirallroundthetable。

"Verrygood，"criedoutHerrPaul，"avot’sante，cher。"

MissNaylorshivered，asifsomeonehadputapennydownherback;

andMrs。Decie，leaningtowardsHarz，smiledlikeonewhohasmadeapetdogdoatrick。Christianalonewasmotionless，lookingthoughtfullyatHarz。

"Isawamantriedformurderonce，"hesaid，"amurderforrevenge;

Iwatchedthejudge，andIthoughtallthetime:’I’dratherbethatmurdererthanyou;I’veneverseenameanerface;youcrawlthroughlife;you’renotacriminal，simplybecauseyouhaven’tthecourage。’"

Inthedubioussilencefollowingthepainter’sspeech，Mr。Treffrycoulddistinctlybeheardhumming。ThenSarellisaid:"Whatdoyousaytoanarchists，whoarenotmen，butsavagebeasts，whomIwouldteartopieces！"

"Astothat，"Harzanswereddefiantly，"itmaybewisetohangthem，butthentherearesomanyothermenthatitwouldbewisetohang。"

"Howcanwetellwhattheywentthrough;whattheirliveswere？"

murmuredChristian。

MissNaylor，whohadbeenrollingapelletofbread，concealedithastily。"Theyare——alwaysgivenachanceto——repent——Ibelieve，"

shesaid。

"Forwhattheyareabouttoreceive，"drawledDawney。

Mrs。Deciesignalledwithherfan:"Wearetryingtoexpresstheinexpressible——shallwegointothegarden？"

Allrose;Harzstoodbythewindow，andinpassing，Christianlookedathim。

Hesatdownagainwithasuddensenseofloss。Therewasnowhitefigureoppositenow。RaisinghiseyeshemetSarelli’s。TheItalianwasregardinghimwithacuriousstare。

HerrPaulbeganretailingapieceofscandalhehadheardthatafternoon。

"Shockingaffair！"hesaid;"Icouldneverhavebelieveditofher！

B———isquitebesidehimself。Yesterdaytherewasarow，itseems！"

"Therehasbeenoneeverydayformonths，"mutteredDawney。

"Buttoleavewithoutaword，andgonooneknowswhere！B———is’viveur’nodoubt，mais，monDieu，quevoulezvous？Shewasalwaysapoor，palething。Why！，whenmy———"heflourishedhiscigar;"Iwasnotalways———whatIshouldhavebeen———onelivesinaworldoffleshandblood———wearenotallangels———quediable！Butthisisaveryvulgarbusiness。Shegoesoff;leaveseverything———withoutaword;

andB———isveryfondofher。Thesethingsarenotdone！"thestarchedbosomofhisshirtseemedswollenbyindignation。

Mr。Treffry，withaheavyhandonthetable，eyedhimsideways。

Dawneysaidslowly:

"B———isabeast;I’msorryforthepoorwoman;butwhatcanshedoalone？"

"Thereis，nodoubt，aman，"putinSarelli。

HerrPaulmuttered:"Whoknows？"

"WhatisB———goingtodo？"saidDawney。

"Ah！"saidHerrPaul。"Heisfondofher。Heisachapofresolution，hewillgetherback。Hetoldme:’Well，youknow，I

shallfollowherwherevershegoestillshecomesback。’Hewilldoit，heisadeterminedchap;hewillfollowherwherevershegoes。"

Mr。Treffrydrankhiswineoffatagulp，andsuckedhismoustacheinsharply。

"Shewasafooltomarryhim，"saidDawney;"theyhaven’tapointincommon;shehateshimlikepoison，andshe’sthebetterofthetwo。

Butitdoesn’tpayawomantorunofflikethat。B———hadbetterhurryup，though。Whatdoyouthink，sir？"hesaidtoMr。Treffry。

"Eh？"saidMr。Treffry;"howshouldIknow？AskPaulthere，he’soneofyourmoralmen，orCountSarelli。"

Thelattersaidimpassively:"IfIcaredforherIshouldverylikelykillher——ifnot——"heshruggedhisshoulders。

Harz，whowaswatching，wasremindedofhisotherwordsatdinner，"wildbeastswhomIwouldteartopieces。"Helookedwithinterestatthisquietmanwhosaidtheseextremelyferociousthings，andthought:’Ishouldliketopaintthatfellow。’

HerrPaultwirledhiswine—glassinhisfingers。"Therearefamilyties，"hesaid，"thereissociety，thereisdecency;awifeshouldbewithherhusband。B———willdoquiteright。Hemustgoafterher;

shewillnotperhapscomebackatfirst;hewillfollowher;shewillbegintothink，’Iamhelpless——Iamridiculous！’Awomanissoonbeaten。Theywillreturn。Sheisoncemorewithherhusband——

Societywillforgive，itwillbeallright。"

"ByJove，Paul，"growledMr。Treffry，"wonderfulpowerofargument！"

"Awifeisawife，"pursuedHerrPaul;"amanhasarighttohersociety。"

"Whatdoyousaytothat，sir？"askedDawney。

Mr。Treffrytuggedathisbeard:"Makeawomanlivewithyou，ifshedon’twantto？Icallitlow。"

"But，mydear，"exclaimedHerrPaul，"howshouldyouknow？Youhavenotbeenmarried。"

"No，thanktheLord！"Mr。Treffryreplied。

"Butlookingatthequestionbroadly，sir，"saidDawney;"ifahusbandalwaysletshiswifedoasshelikes，howwouldthethingworkout？Whatbecomesofthemarriagetie？"

"Themarriagetie，"growledMr。Treffry，"isthebiggestthingthereis！But，byJove，Doctor，I’maDutchmanifhuntingwomeneverhelpedthemarriagetie！"

"Iamnotthinkingofmyself，"HerrPaulcriedout，"Ithinkofthecommunity。Therearerights。"

"Adecentcommunityneveryetaskedamantotreadonhisself—

respect。IfIgetmyfingersskinnedovermymarriage，whichI

undertakeatmyownrisk，what’sthecommunitytodowithit？D’youthinkI’mgoingtowhinetoittoputtheplasteron？Astorights，it’dbeadeucedsightbetterforusalliftherewasn’tsuchafussabout’em。Leavethattowomen！Idon’tgiveatinker’sdamnformenwhotalkabouttheirrightsinsuchmatters。"

Sarellirose。"Butyourhonour，"hesaid，"thereisyourhonour！"

Mr。Treffrystaredathim。

"Honour！Ifhuntin’women’syourideaofhonour，well——itisn’tmine。"

"Thenyou’dforgiveher，sir，whateverhappened，"Dawneysaid。

"Forgivenessisanotherthing。Ileavethattoyoursanctimoniousbeggars。But，huntawoman！Hangit，sir，I’mnotacad！"andbringinghishanddownwitharattle，headded:"Thisisasubjectthatdon’tbeartalkingof。"

Sarellifellbackinhisseat，twirlinghismoustachesfiercely。

Harz，whohadrisen，lookedatChristian’semptyplace。

’IfIweremarried！’hethoughtsuddenly。

HerrPaul，withasomewhatvinousglare，stillmuttered，"Butyourdutytothefamily！"

Harzslippedthroughthewindow。Themoonwaslikeawonderfulwhitelanterninthepurplesky;therewasbutasmoulderofstars。

Beneaththesoftnessoftheairwastheicinessofthesnow;itmadehimwanttorunandleap。Asleepybeetledroppedonitsback;heturneditoverandwatcheditscurryacrossthegrass。

SomeonewasplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzstoodstilltolisten。Thenotescametwining，weavingroundhisthoughts;thewholenightseemedfullofgirlishvoices，ofhopesandfancies，soaringawaytomountainheights——invisible，yetpresent。Betweenthestemsoftheacacia—treeshecouldseetheflickerofwhitedresses，whereChristianandGretawerewalkingarminarm。Hewenttowardsthem;thebloodflushedupinhisface，hefeltalmostsurfeitedbysomesweetemotion。Then，insuddenhorror，hestoodstill。Hewasinlove！Withnothingdonewitheverythingbeforehim！Hewasgoingtobowdowntoaface！Theflickerofthedresseswasnolongervisible。Hewouldnotbefettered，hewouldstampitout！Heturnedaway;butwitheachstep，somethingseemedtojabathisheart。

Roundthecornerofthehouse，intheshadowofthewall，Dominique，theLuganese，inembroideredslippers，wassmokingalongcherry—woodpipe，leaningagainstatree——Mephistophelesineveningclothes。

Harzwentuptohim。

"Lendmeapencil，Dominique。"

"Bien，M’sieu。"

RestingacardagainstthetreeHarzwrotetoMrs。Decie:"Forgiveme，Iamobligedtogoaway。InafewdaysIshallhopetoreturn，andfinishthepictureofyournieces。"

HesentDominiqueforhishat。Duringtheman’sabsencehewasonthepointoftearingupthecardandgoingbackintothehouse。

WhentheLuganesereturnedhethrustthecardintohishand，andwalkedoutbetweenthetallpoplars，waiting，likeraggedghosts，silverwithmoonlight。

VIII

Harzwalkedawayalongtheroad。Adogwashowling。Thesoundseemedtooappropriate。Heputhisfingerstohisears，butthelugubriousnoisepassedthosebarriers，andmadeitswayintohisheart。Wastherenothingthatwouldputanendtothisemotion？Itwasnobetterintheoldhouseonthewall;hespentthenighttrampingupanddown。

Justbeforedaybreakheslippedoutwithaknapsack，takingtheroadtowardsMeran。

HehadnotquitepassedthroughGrieswhenheovertookamanwalkinginthemiddleoftheroadandleavingatrailofcigarsmokebehindhim。

"Ah！myfriend，"thesmokersaid，"youwalkearly;areyougoingmyway？"

ItwasCountSarelli。Therawlighthadimpartedagreytingetohispaleface，thegrowthofhisbeardshowedblackalreadybeneaththeskin;histhumbswerehookedinthepocketsofacloselybuttonedcoat，hegesticulatedwithhisfingers。

"Youaremakingajourney？"hesaid，noddingattheknapsack。"Youareearly——Iamlate;ourfriendhasadmirablekummel——Ihavedrunktoomuch。Youhavenotbeentobed，Ithink？Ifthereisnosleepinone’sbeditisnogoodgoingtolookforit。Youfindthat？Itisbettertodrinkkummel……！Pardon！Youaredoingtherightthing:getaway！Getawayasfastaspossible！Don’twait，andletitcatchyou！"

Harzstaredathimamazed。

"Pardon！"Sarellisaidagain，raisinghishat，"thatgirl——thewhitegirl——Isaw。Youdowelltogetaway！"heswayedalittleashewalked。"Thatoldfellow——whatishisname—Trrreffr—ry！Whatideasofhonour！"Hemumbled:"Honourisanabstraction！Ifamanisnottruetoanabstraction，heisalowtype;butwaitaminute！"

Heputhishandtohissideasthoughinpain。

Thehedgeswerebrighteningwithafaintpinkyglow;therewasnosoundonthelong，desertedroad，butthatoftheirfootsteps;

suddenlyabirdcommencedtochirp，anotheranswered——theworldseemedfulloftheselittlevoices。

Sarellistopped。

"Thatwhitegirl，"hesaid，speakingwithrapidity。"Yes！Youdowell！getaway！Don’tletitcatchyou！Iwaited，itcaughtme——

whathappened？Everythinghorrible——andnow——kummel！"Laughingathicklaugh，hegaveatwirltohismoustache，andswaggeredon。

"Iwasafinefellow——nothingtoobigforMarioSarelli;theregimentlookedtome。Thenshecame——withhereyesandherwhitedress，alwayswhite，likethisone;thelittlemoleonherchin，herhandsforevermoving——theirtouchaswarmassunbeams。Then，nolongerSarellithis，andthat！Thelittlehouseclosetotheramparts！Twoarms，twoeyes，andnothinghere，"hetappedhisbreast，"butflamesthatmadeashesquickly——inher，likethisash——！"heflickedthewhiteflakeoffhiscigar。"It’sdroll！Youagree，hein？SomedayIshallgobackandkillher。Inthemeantime——kummel！"

Hestoppedatahouseclosetotheroad，andstoodstill，histeethbaredinagrin。

"ButIboreyou，"hesaid。Hiscigar，flungdown，sputteredforthitssparksontheroadinfrontofHarz。"Ilivehere——good—morning！

Youareamanforwork——yourhonourisyourArt！Iknow，andyouareyoung！Themanwholovesfleshbetterthanhishonourisalowtype—

—Iamalowtype。I！MarioSarelli，alowtype！Ilovefleshbetterthanmyhonour！"

Heremainedswayingatthegatewiththegrinfixedonhisface;thenstaggeredupthesteps，andbangedthedoor。ButbeforeHarzhadwalkedon，heagainappeared，beckoning，inthedoorway。Obeyinganimpulse，Harzwentin。

"Wewillmakeanightofit，"saidSareIIi;"wine，brandy，kummel？I

amvirtuous——kummelitmustbeforme！"

Hesatdownatapiano，andbegantotouchthekeys。Harzpouredoutsomewine。Sarellinodded。

"Youbeginwiththat？Allegro——piu——presto！

Wine——brandy——kummel！"hequickenedthetimeofthetune:"itisnottoolongapassage，andthis"——hetookhishandsoffthekeys——"comesafter。"

Harzsmiled。

"Somemendonotkillthemselves，"hesaid。

Sarelli，whowasbendingandswayingtothemusicofatarantella，brokeoff，andlettinghiseyesrestonthepainter，beganplayingSchumann’sKinderscenen。Harzleapedtohisfeet。

"Stopthat！"hecried。

"Itpricksyou？"saidSarellisuavely;"whatdoyouthinkofthis？"

heplayedagain，crouchingoverthepiano，andmakingthenotessoundlikethecryingofawoundedanimal。

"Forme！"hesaid，swinginground，andrising。

"Yourhealth！Andsoyoudon’tbelieveinsuicide，butinmurder？

Thecustomistheotherway;butyoudon’tbelieveincustoms？

CustomsareonlyforSociety？"Hedrankaglassofkummel。"YoudonotloveSociety？"

Harzlookedathimintently;hedidnotwanttoquarrel。

"Iamnottoofondofotherpeople’sthoughts，"hesaidatlast;"I

prefertothinkmyown。

"AndisSocietyneverright？ThatpoorSociety！"

"Society！WhatisSociety——afewmeningoodcoats？Whathasitdoneforme？"

Sarellibittheendoffacigar。

"Ah！"hesaid;"nowwearecomingtoit。Itisgoodtobeanartist，afinebantamofanartist;whereothermenhavetheirdis—ci—pline，hehashis，whatshallwesay——hismoundofroses？"

Thepainterstartedtohisfeet。

"Yes，"saidSarelli，withahiccough，"youareafinefellow！"

"Andyouaredrunk！"criedHarz。

"Alittledrunk——notmuch，notenoughtomatter！"

Harzbrokeintolaughter。Itwascrazytostaytherelisteningtothismadfellow。Whathadbroughthimin？Hemovedtowardsthedoor。

"Ah！"saidSarelli，"butitisnogoodgoingtobed——letustalk。I

havealottosay——itispleasanttotalktoanarchistsattimes。"

Fulldaylightwasalreadycomingthroughthechinksoftheshutters。

"Youareallanarchists，youpainters，youwritingfellows。Youlivebyplayingballwithfacts。Images——nothingsolid—hein？You’reallfornewthingstoo，totickleyournerves。Nodiscipline！Trueanarchists，everyoneofyou！"

Harzpouredoutanotherglassofwineanddrankitoff。Theman’sfeverishexcitementwascatching。

"Onlyfools，"hereplied，"takethingsforgranted。Asfordiscipline，whatdoyouaristocrats，orbourgeoisknowofdiscipline？

Haveyoueverbeenhungry？Haveyoueverhadyoursouldownonitsback？"

"Soulonitsback？Thatisgood！"

"Aman’snouse，"criedHarz，"ifhe’salwaysthinkingofwhatothersthink;hemuststandonhisownlegs。"

"Hemustnotthenconsiderotherpeople？"

"Notfromcowardiceanyway。"

Sarellidrank。

"Whatwouldyoudo，"hesaid，strikinghischest，"ifyouhadadevil—here？Wouldyougotobed？"

AsortofpityseizedonHarz。Hewantedtosaysomethingthatwouldbeconsolingbutcouldfindnowords;andsuddenlyhefeltdisgusted。

Whatlinkwastherebetweenhimandthisman;betweenhisloveandthisman’slove？

"Harz！"mutteredSarelli;"Harzmeans’tar，’hein？Yourfamilyisnotanoldone？"

Harzglared，andsaid:"Myfatherisapeasant。"

Sarelliliftedthekummelbottleandemptieditintohisglass，withasteadyhand。

"You’rehonest——andwebothhavedevils。Iforgot;Ibroughtyouintoseeapicture！"

Hethrewwidetheshutters;thewindowswerealreadyopen，andarushofaircamein。

"Ah！"hesaid，sniffing，"smellsoftheearth，nichtwahr，HerrArtist？Youshouldknow——itbelongstoyourfather……Come，here’smypicture;aCorreggio！Whatdoyouthinkofit？"

"Itisacopy。"

"Youthink？"

"Iknow。"

"Thenyouhavegivenmethelie，Signor，"anddrawingouthishandkerchiefSareIIiflickeditinthepainter’sface。

Harzturnedwhite。

"Duellingisagoodcustom！"saidSarelli。"Ishallhavethehonourtoteachyoujustthisone，unlessyouareafraid。Herearepistols—

—thisroomistwentyfeetacrossatleast，twentyfeetisnobaddistance。"

Andpullingoutadrawerhetooktwopistolsfromacase，andputthemonthetable。

"Thelightisgood——butperhapsyouareafraid。"

"Givemeone！"shoutedtheinfuriatedpainter;"andgotothedevilforafool"

"Onemoment！"Sarellimurmured:"Iwillloadthem，theyaremoreusefulloaded。"

Harzleanedoutofthewindow;hisheadwasinawhirl。’Whatonearthishappening？’hethought。’He’smad——orIam！Confoundhim！

I’mnotgoingtobekilled！’Heturnedandwenttowardsthetable。

Sarelli’sheadwassunkonhisarms，hewasasleep。Harzmethodicallytookupthepistols，andputthembackintothedrawer。

Asoundmadehimturnhishead;therestoodatall，strongyoungwomaninaloosegowncaughttogetheronherchest。Hergreyeyesglancedfromthepaintertothebottles，fromthebottlestothepistol—case。Asimplereasoning，whichstruckHarzascomic。

"Itisoftenlikethis，"shesaidinthecountrypatois;"derHerrmustnotbefrightened。"

LiftingthemotionlessSarelliasifhewereababy，shelaidhimonacouch。

"Ah！"shesaid，sittingdownandrestingherelbowonthetable;"hewillnotwake！"

Harzbowedtoher;herpatientfigure，inspiteofitsyouthandstrength，seemedtohimpathetic。Takinguphisknapsack，hewentout。

Thesmokeofcottagesrosestraight;wispsofmistwerewanderingaboutthevalley，andthesongsofbirdsdroppinglikeblessings。

Alloverthegrassthespidershadspunaseaofthreadsthatbentandquiveredtothepressureoftheair，likefairytight—ropes。

Allthatdayhetramped。

Blacksmiths，tallstoutmenwithknottedmuscles，sleepyeyes，andgreatfairbeards，cameoutoftheirforgestostretchandwipetheirbrows，andstareathim。

Teamsofwhiteoxen，waitingtobeharnessed，lashedtheirtailsagainsttheirflanks，movingtheirheadsslowlyfromsidetosideintheheat。Oldwomenatchaletdoorsblinkedandknitted。

Thewhitehouses，withgapingcavesofstorageundertheroofs，theredchurchspire，theclinkingofhammersintheforges，theslowstampingofoxen—allspokeofsleepytoil，withoutideasorambition。

Harzknewitalltoowell;liketheearth’sodour，itbelongedtohim，asSarellihadsaid。

Towardssunsetcomingtoacopseoflarches，hesatdowntorest。Itwasverystill，butforthetinkleofcowbells，and，fromsomewhereinthedistance，thesoundofdroppinglogs。

Twobarefootedlittleboyscamefromthewood，marchingearnestlyalong，andlookingatHarzasifhewereamonster。Oncepasthim，theybegantorun。

’Attheirage，’hethought，’Ishouldhavedonethesame。’Ahundredmemoriesrushedintohismind。

Helookeddownatthevillagestragglingbelow——whitehouseswithrussettilesandcrownsofsmoke，vineyardswheretheyoungleaveswerebeginningtounfold，thered—cappedspire，athreadofbubblingstream，anoldstonecross。Hehadbeenfourteenyearsstrugglingupfromallthis;andnowjustashehadbreathingspace，andthetimetogivehimselfwhollytohiswork——thisweaknesswasuponhim！

Better，athousandtimes，togiveherup！

Inahouseortwolightsbegantowink;thescentofwoodsmokereachedhim，thedistantchimesofbells，theburringofastream。

IX

Nextdayhisonethoughtwastogetbacktowork。Hearrivedatthestudiointheafternoon，and，layinginprovisions，barricadedthelowerdoor。Forthreedayshedidnotgoout;onthefourthdayhewenttoVillaRubein……

SchlossRunkelstein——grey，blind，strengthless——stillkeepsthevalley。Thewindowswhichonce，likeeyes，watchedmenandhorsescreepingthroughthesnow，bravedthesplutterofgunsandthegleamoftorches，arenowholesforthebirdstonestin。Tangledcreepershavespreadtotheverysummitsofthewalls。Inthekeep，insteadofgrimmeninarmour，thereisawoodenboardrecordingthehistoryofthecastleandinstructingvisitorsonthesubjectofrefreshments。Onlyatnight，whenthecoldmoonblancheseverything，thecastlestandslikethegrimghostofitsoldself，highabovetheriver。

Afteralongmorning’ssittingthegirlshadstartedforthwithHarzandDawneytospendtheafternoonattheruin;MissNaylor，keptathomebyheadache，watchedthemdepartwithwordsofcautionagainstsunstroke，stingingnettles，andstrangedogs。

Sincethepainter’sreturnChristianandhehadhardlyspokentoeachother。Belowthebattlementonwhichtheysat，inarailedgallerywithlittletables，DawneyandGretawereplayingdominoes，twosoldiersdrinkingbeer，andatthetopofaflightofstairstheCustodian’swifesewingatagarment。Christiansaidsuddenly:"I

thoughtwewerefriends。"

"Well，FrauleinChristian，aren’twe？"

"Youwentawaywithoutaword;friendsdon’tdothat。"

Harzbithislips。