“Are you going to Bayreuth?”
“No, I don’t think so; they all come down to Munich right afterwards, you know.”
“But it is not the same in Munich. If you had been in Bayreuth you would know that. It is not the same at all. And ‘Parsifal’ is only there.”
He paused, but she made no answer.
“I am going to Bayreuth,” he said, “and then I shall come to Munich.”
He made the last statement with an echo of absolute determination, but she continued to keep silence.
“In Munich I shall see you once more?”
“Perhaps.”
“Where will you be?”
She told him.