STUDENT. You spoke of being born on a Sunday.... So was I, I understand.
HUMMEL. No! Really?... Oh, I should have known.... The colour of your eyes shows it.... Then you can see what other people can't. Have you noticed anything of that kind?
STUDENT. Of course, I can't tell what other people see or don't see, but at times.... Oh, such things you don't talk of!
HUMMEL. I was sure of it! And you can talk to me, because I—I understand—things of that kind....
STUDENT. Yesterday, for instance.... I was drawn to that little side street where the house fell down afterward.... When I got there, I stopped in front of the house, which I had never seen before.... Then I noticed a crack in the wall.... I could hear the floor beams snapping.... I rushed forward and picked up a child that was walking in front of the house at the time.... In another moment the house came tumbling down.... I was saved, but in my arms, which I thought held the child, there was nothing at all....
HUMMEL. Well, I must say!... Much as I have heard.... Please tell me one thing: what made you act as you did by the fountain a while ago? Why were you talking to yourself?
STUDENT. Didn't you see the Milkmaid to whom I was talking?
HUMMEL. [Horrified] A milkmaid?
STUDENT. Yes, the girl who handed me the cup.
HUMMEL. Oh, that's what it was.... Well, I haven't that kind of sight, but there are other things....