CHAPTER X
Fru Adelheid lay on the floor before her chair and pulled the flowers of her bouquet to pieces. Cordt sat with his head leaning on his hand and looked at the flowers.
“If only you would speak, Cordt.... If only you would ask me something. Why don’t you ask me something?”
“What can I ask you?”
“Ask me what I am thinking about. Why I have come home so early. Why I have not been here for so long.”
“I know all that, Adelheid.”
She crossed her hands on her knee and swayed to and fro and looked at him with dark and angry eyes: