I don't know. Perhaps never.—-Please don't imagine that I might take my own life. I shall get over it, being still young.—Oh, my dear Master, if things could only become what they used to be, so that I could sit here at the fireplace while Cecilia was singing—or hammer away at the piano after supper...!
AMADEUS
Don't be quite so modest, please! The fame of your piano playing has reached Berlin even, I hear.
SIGISMUND
So she has told you that, too?!—But you see, dear Master, all that can never come back—we could no longer feel at ease with each other.... So—never to meet again!
AMADEUS
Never.... Why? Perhaps I shall see you very soon alone. I am also—going away.
SIGISMUND
I know. We were talking of it yesterday, in the dining car. You are to conduct your—number-which-one is it now?
AMADEUS