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Updated: June 25, 2025
Then he began again suddenly: "I will read you a story about this; nothing is more instructive than a clinical picture." Bhani sprang to her feet and hastened toward him, but he put her aside with a word, and going into his study he appeared again bearing a folio bound in leather and with the corners fastened with copper. "This is my diary," he said.
The rustling of a silk dress, with the clinking of spurs and sword, passed the door, became fainter, and then ceased. It was near midnight, and Schrotter rose to go. He was thinking of Bhani, who was sitting up for him at home. The dinner must have been paid for beforehand, for the guests were spared the sight of a money transaction to chill the end of their pleasant evening.
This free-will offering only comes, however, by aid of the sharpest threatening of punishment. I have known fourteen-year-old widows who offered themselves miserably to be burned. If they had known how soon they would be consoled, and new love sprang up, they would have violently resisted such suicide! Bhani there is a living example of this,"
"And why reproach yourself that you provide no one with daily bread? Man does not live by bread alone; and by simply being what you are, you supply many people myself for instance with a pleasure in life and a belief in your future career that is worth more than daily bread. "Bhani thanks you for your kind message. She incloses two verses for you, of her own composition.
Schrotter seldom had any spare time during the day; but Wilhelm always took tea with him in the evenings. Did Bhani know anything of his story? Had her womanly instinct guessed that his careworn, melancholy expression betrayed an unhappy love story a subject so sympathetic to women? Anyhow she anticipated every means of serving him, and her glance betrayed an almost shamefaced sympathy.
On the table was a beautiful silver bowl of Indian work filled with flowers, the sole luxury of this bachelor's table, neither wine nor anything else to drink being visible. Schrotter drank nothing but water, and he knew that Wilhelm's taste was similar. Bhani, as the Indian housekeeper was called, stood close behind her master's chair, never taking her eyes off him.
Bhani, whom they had acquainted with the matter, had tears in her beautiful dark eyes the last remnant of youth in the withered face. And as he left the dear familiar house in the Mittelstrasse she begged him translating the Indian words plainly enough by looks and gestures to accept an amulet of cold green jade as a remembrance of her.
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