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Updated: June 15, 2025
But that morning he considered it a special measure upon which she had decided or a proof of guilt. He had all the day to decide which of the two it was. At noon he asked Spiele incidentally, whether Höflinger were sure to return that night and observed her from the corner of his eyes.
With laughing eyes Spiele answered that he was right and told him to sit down on the garden bench and wait until Höflinger came home. Then she continued to sprinkle the young lettuce plants which she was growing in narrow beds; when she had finished them, she turned her attention to the peas.
She was the daughter of a tailor, a dark blond of trustworthy aspect, quietly inclined toward play and fancy, but contented to express it before the men of her household only as a half humorous, half melancholy mood. Her father had called her Marie, but one of his customers, a lieutenant-general, had named her Spiele.
He wanted to punish and torture him for his devotion to Spiele. And such a fellow was in the executive committee and was esteemed by the mass! Suddenly Victor started, trembled and his eyes shudderingly turned away from the monster's claw. Whoever came within its grasp was lost, even if his name was Höflinger and he was in the committee.
Everything around was hushed, and there was no sound anywhere except the far-off rumble of the great city, as of the wind in distant trees. She was thinking of a question which Drake had put to her. "I wonder if I should?" she murmured. And through the silence there was the unheard melody of the German song: Du liebes Kind, komm' geh' mit mir! Gar schoene Spiele spiel' ich mit dir.
The sound of voices came from the red windows behind them. Then the soloist began to sing again. His second ballad was the Erl King: Du liebes Kind, komm' geh' mit mir! Gar schoene Spiele spiel' ich mit dir. "Any news of John Storm?" said Drake. "Not that I know of." "I wonder if you would like him to come out again now?" "I wonder!"
Trabt mäandrisch über Berg und Auen, Reist empfindsam durch sein Dorfgebiet, Oder singt die Jugend zu erbauen Ganz Gefühl dem Gartengott ein Lied. Gott der Gärten, stöhnt die Bürgerin, Lächle gütig, Rasen und Schasmin Haucht Gerüche! Fliehet Handlungssorgen, Dass mein Liebster heute noch in Ruh Sein Mark-Einsaz-Lomber spiele Morgen, Schliessen wir die Unglücksbude zu!”
When all the spinach was eaten, he dug over the bed and wanted to help Spiele plant cabbage. But when he came home that evening, she had done it herself. He sulked, she laughed, and finally he joined in her laugh. Spiele visibly brightened. She grew more lively and talkative. It struck him, how often and how heartily she laughed of late.
A week after that incident in the short nine o'clock pause Höflinger remarked casually, that Spiele would no longer bring them their lunch, and they would have to ride home. He gave no reason for this decision, and, when Victor glanced at him, did not look as if he were inclined to be questioned. Victor said it was all right, and stared dismally before him.
Victor had been watching behind a tree to see whether Höflinger would abuse his wife for the incident of the necktie. He witnessed a scene which filled him with burning misery from head to foot. He saw Spiele wrestling with her husband, laughing and brushing her hair from her forehead and apparently running away from him.
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