“And now the summer nights are over and we have not enjoyed them.”
She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
“I do not think that in the whole world there is a square so pretty as this,” he said.
“Oh, yes ... in Florence....”
He sighed and led her into the room:
“We have travelled too much, Adelheid.”
She crossed the floor quickly and opened the door. He remained standing on the balcony.
It had all seethed up in him again. He fought against it, but to no purpose.
“Are you coming, Cordt?”
She was outside in the passage and could not see him.