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Bertha took the paper which he handed to her and began to read it. Klingemann, meanwhile, rose to his feet and turned to Richard. "Have you done your exercises already?" he asked. "We have no exercises at all now, Herr Klingemann, because our final examination is to take place in July." "So you will actually be a student by this time next year?" "This time next year! It'll be in the autumn!"
It seemed to Bertha that she had never before seen such a grave look in his eyes as on this occasion, and she was exceedingly sorry, for she felt a profound compassion for the paralysed man. When Herr Rupius had passed by, Klingemann said: "Poor devil! And wifie is away as usual on one of her visits to Vienna, eh?" "No," answered Bertha, almost angrily. "I was speaking to her only an hour ago."
"Yes, Herr Klingemann himself.... As soon as I came to the town, you must know, he did me the honour of making violent love to me, neck or nothing, so to speak. You know yourself, of course, what a loathsome wretch he is.
It was Bertha's intention to tell her sister-in-law at once about her proposed visit to Vienna on the morrow, but a sense of shyness, as though there was something underhand in the journey, caused her to refrain. Herr Klingemann went by with his housekeeper towards their table.
Suddenly she heard behind her hurried footsteps on the gravel, such as she was not generally accustomed to hear in the cemetery. Almost shocked, she turned round. Klingemann was standing before her, in an attitude of greeting, holding in his hand his straw hat, which was fixed by a ribbon to his coat button. He bowed deeply to Bertha. "What a strange thing to see you here!" she said.
It was quite dark, and at first she could not recognize the man who was walking outside. But she knew that it was Klingemann. How absurd! Was he going to haunt the vicinity like a love-sick swain? "Good evening, Frau Bertha," he said from across the road, and she could see in the darkness that he raised his hat. "Good evening," she answered, almost confusedly. "You were playing most beautifully."
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