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Reffold came into the breakfast-room, and, seeing Bernardine, gave her a stiff bow. "I thought you and Mrs. Reffold were such friends," Robert Allitsen said. Bernardine then told him of her last interview with Mrs. Reffold. "Well, if you feel uncomfortable, it is as it should be," he said. "I don't see what business you had to point out to Mrs. Reffold her duty.
"Who would have thought such a thing of Herr Allitsen?" said Marie. "Why, he does not like lending me a match." Bernardine laughed and passed on to her room. And the Disagreeable Man meanwhile was cutting a new scientific book which had just come from England. He spent a good deal of money on himself. He was soon absorbed in this book, and much interested in the diagrams.
In the deaconess's house, the body of the Dutchman. In God's heavens, God's stars. Robert Allitsen and Bernardine walked silently for some time. "Well," she said, "now tell me."
It is full of rich passages of exquisite beauty, moving pathos, and strong expression. Frances Allitsen passed a lonely childhood in a little English village. She would improvise warlike ballads for amusement, though her later works and her character are marked by gentleness of thought. She hoped to make a name by singing, but unfortunately lost her voice.
She smiled and nodded at Robert Allitsen, as though to reassure him that the sweets were not bad, and that she was enjoying them. "Liza will see to lunch," said the old mother. "You shall have some mutton cutlets and some forellen. But before she goes, she has something to tell you." "I am betrothed to Hans," Liza said, blushing. "I always knew you were fond of Hans," said the Disagreeable Man.
"He is a good fellow, Liza, and I'm glad you love him. But haven't you just teased him!" "That was good for him," Liza said brightly. "Is he here to-day?" Robert Allitsen asked. Liza nodded. "Then I shall take your photographs," he said. While they had been speaking, Catharina rose from her seat, and passed into the house. Her mother followed her, and watched her go into the kitchen.
She first retired and called out: "Liza, Fritz, Liza, Trüdchen, come quickly!" Then she came back, and cried: "Herr Allitsen, what a surprise!" She shook his hand times without number, greeted Bernardine with motherly tenderness, and interspersed all her remarks with frantic cries of "Liza, Fritz, Trüdchen, make haste!" She became very hot and excited, and gesticulated violently.
Once she offered to help him; but he shook his head. "Kindly not to interfere." he said grimly. "No one can make tea better than I can." After tea, they began the inspection of the new camera, and Robert Allitsen showed her all the newest improvements.
When you have wanted to say something which was burning within you, have you not noticed on the face of the listener that unmistakable look of non-comprehension, which throws you back on yourself? That is one of the moments when the soul knows its own loneliness!" Robert Allitsen looked up at her. "You little thing," he said, "you put things neatly sometimes. You have felt, haven't you?"
Just as they were starting, Frau Steinhart whispered to Robert Allitsen: "It is a little disappointing to me, Herr Allitsen. I did so hope you were betrothed." August, the blue-spectacled driver, cracked his whip, and of the horses started homewards. For some time there was no conversation between the two occupants of the sledge.
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