"Nothing special," answered George. "About people who probably wouldn't interest you particularly. He seems to have got in again with his café set; more in fact than he likes and clearly more than he owns up to."
"He'll fit in all right," said Anna flippantly.
George smiled reflectively. "It is a funny set anyway."
"And what is the news with them?" asked Anna.
George had put the letter down by the cup and now looked at it. "Little Winternitz ... you know ... the fellow who once recited his poems to me and Heinrich last winter ... is going to Berlin as reader to a newly-founded theatre. And Gleissner, the man who stared at us once so in the museum...."
"Oh yes, that abominable fellow with the eyeglass."
"Well, he declares that he is going to give up writing to devote himself exclusively to sport...."
"To sport?"
"Yes, quite a sport of his own. He plays with human souls."
"What?"