"No. She is forgotten. It's something else. A phantom of something that once lived in me, and died. It comes back and stares at me sometimes out of the eyes of strange women, out of the sounds of music. Now, out of your hair."
"And you do not want me, Erik?"
"I want you. But I prefer to amuse myself by fancying that you are unattainable."
"I've liked you, Erik. The rest does not matter to me. I grew old during the war, and careless. My father and two brothers died. And another man."
"So we both need diversion."
"Yes."
"Diversion," he murmured, "the little drug. But what is there to drugs? No, come; we are lovers now."
"We will go to Munich together."
"Yes."
"And will you carry the money for Levine? They would never search you and they might recognize and search me. And besides, von Stinnes would not dare interfere if it was you, even if he is a spy, because he likes you too well."