(At this hour the train is hurrying from Bozen to Verona, from Verona to Vicenza, from Vicenza to Padua.)
Night falls on my despair.
“Elise, Elise! Where are you? What is the time?”
“It is nearly dawn, my lady.”
“Elise, what day is this?”
“It is the third day of September.”
The third day of September!