"Food," he announced cheerfully. "With food in our stomachs the world will seem more coherent for a while."
He busied himself arranging plates of sandwiches on a small table.
"Mathilde asleep?"
He walked to the bed and leaned over her. The girl's eyes were closed.
"Poor child, poor child!" the Baron whispered. He caressed her head gently. "We will not wake her up. But eat and leave her food. Do you mind if we go out for a while? It is still early and it will be hard to sleep to-night. I know a café where we can sit quietly and drink wine, perhaps with cookies."
Their eating finished, Dorn accompanied his friend into the street.
"It seems as if nothing had happened," he said, as they walked through the spring night. "People are asleep as usual, and there is an odor of summer in the dark."
Von Stinnes silently directed their way. After a half-hour's walk he paused in front of an ancient-looking building.
"We are in Schwabbing now," he said, "the rendezvous of the Welt Anschauers. I think this place is still open."
He led the way through a narrow court and entered a large, dimly-lighted room. Blank white walls stared at them. Von Stinnes picked out a table in a corner and ordered two flasks of wine from a stout woman with a large wooden ring of keys at her black waist.