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Updated: June 14, 2025
"The train for Vienna is twenty minutes late," he remarked, at the same time. Bertha had stood up and gone over to Frau Rupius. "Why do you consider that I am ingenuous?" she asked shyly. "But, indeed, you know absolutely nothing about men," replied Frau Rupius, as if she were annoyed. "You haven't, you know, the slightest idea among what kind of people you are living.
That, be it known, was a clever invention on the part of Herr Rupius, that military bands could play without being seen. Now, however, it was her turn that was immediately to follow. Yonder was the piano but, of course, she had long since completely forgotten how to play; she would run away rather than be forced to play.
"The whole summer," she said absent-mindedly. Rupius turned towards her. "Yes, indeed," he said, his jaw slightly set, as though it was a matter of vindicating his point of view; "what I call being thoroughly acquainted with a picture. By that I mean: being able, so to speak, to reproduce it in my mind, line for line. This one here is a Teniers the original is in one of the galleries at The Hague.
She became more cordial than she had been at any time during her cousin's visit, and said at the door, as if struck by some brilliant idea: "How the time does pass! I do hope you'll come and see us again soon." Bertha, as she stood before the door of the house, realized that she was waiting for Frau Rupius in vain.
She smiled as she spoke, like a girl about to be married. After leaving Frau Rupius, Bertha went to her sister-in-law. Her nephew was already sitting at the piano, improvising in a very wild manner. He pretended not to have noticed her enter, and proceeded to practise his finger exercises, which he played in an attitude of stiffness, assumed for the occasion.
The latter endeavoured to respond as cheerfully, but she felt that her wave of the hand to the departing Frau Rupius was stiff and forced. Slowly she walked homewards again.
It was then that she had found Herr Rupius alone and that he had told her that his affliction was incurable. She also remembered distinctly why she had not called upon him since that day: although she did not admit it to herself, she had a kind of fear of entering that house which she had then left with her mind in a state of violent agitation.
You know, of course, that my wife is on visiting terms with hardly anybody here and as it has been such a long time since you came to see us I was beginning to fear that she was going to lose you as well." "However could you have thought such a thing? My dear Herr Rupius! And you, Frau Rupius, surely you haven't believed " At that moment Bertha felt an overwhelming love for both of them.
She walked home, went to bed, and fell quietly asleep. The next morning Bertha was late in waking up. She was fresh after her good night's rest. A letter was lying beside the bed. And then, for the first time that morning, everything came back to her mind; Frau Rupius was very ill, and here was a letter from Emil.
Her surprise at having been admitted in this unceremonious manner lasted only for a moment, since she understood that all precautionary measures had now become superfluous; the matter had been decided. Suddenly another pair of eyes turned towards Bertha. Frau Rupius opened her eyes, and was watching her friend attentively. The nurse made room for Bertha, and went into the adjoining room.
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