"Divorced then?"
"Yes! and you?"
"Divorced."
"If anyone asked us why, neither you nor I could give a reason."
"A reason—no. I only know that if we had continued to live together, I should have ended as a homicide, and she as a murderess. Isn't that enough?"
"Quite enough."
And they took their supper.
[HERR BENGT'S WIFE]
"What is love? Desire, of course," the young Count answered his old preceptor, as they both sat below in the cabin and beguiled the time by talking while waiting off Elfsnabben for a favourable wind for their journey to the University of Prague.