“You have not offended me,” she said, much surprised.
“But you say that you want to go?”
“That is because I feel that I must go.”
“Why must you go? why do you not stay here this winter?—or, hold! why do you not go to Dresden? Later I also must go to Dresden, and it would be so gemüthlich, in Dresden together.”
“It will be gemüthlich for me to get home, too.”
“Do you wish much to go?”
“Yes; I think that I do.”
Then she wondered if she was really speaking the truth, and, going to the edge of the bank, looked abstractedly down into the rapid current.
“What do you think?” he asked, following her there.
She turned her face towards him with a smile.