"We'll write and make an appointment; Hélène will give us the address," said Octavie, as they said good-bye to Von Barwig.
"Thank you so much, Herr Professor, for your patience and courtesy," said Mrs. Cruger at parting.
Herr Von Barwig bowed. The girls accompanied by their aunt took their leave, and he was left alone with Hélène. He took the paper from the little bunch of violets he had brought with him, and handed them to her.
"Ah, thank you so much! But why do you always bring me flowers?"
"Why do we love the light?" he asked. "Because it gives us joy."
She took an orchid she was wearing and tried to pin it on his coat. "I am afraid," said Von Barwig, "that it is healed up!" Hélène laughed.
"What a curious expression!" she said. Then she walked up to the window and looked out.
"Shall we begin where we left off?" asked Von Barwig as he opened the music. He had been waiting some time for her to come to the piano.
"You like him, don't you?" said Hélène in a low voice.
"The young Herr Cruger?" asked Von Barwig. Then without waiting for an answer he went on: "Yes, he has a fine noble heart. He is different to the young men here; quite different."