We moved to this place, and our union thus far has never brought us a single moment of remorse." "But while I have been chattering," began Bertha again, "the night has grown late. Let us go to bed." She rose to go to her room. Walther kissed her hand and wished her a good-night, adding: "Noble woman, I thank you. I can readily imagine you with the strange bird, and how you fed the little Strohmi."
Often as I have told my story to you, you will remember that I have never been able, despite all the efforts I have made, to recall the name of the little dog with which I lived so long. That evening when I told the story to Walther he suddenly said to me when we separated: 'I can readily imagine how you fed the little Strohmi. Was that an accident?