He walked past Mr. Tiralla with a gesture of loathing, and without saying good-bye.
"Come again, my friend, my brother, come soon," he said thickly.
Böhnke did not answer. He must go out, out to that deceitful, despicable woman.
He met her in the passage.
Did she know that the schoolmaster was there? Had Marianna prepared her? Anyhow, she looked neither surprised nor terrified. Her blooming face turned neither redder nor paler, it kept the same rosy tint, and there was a kind expression in her eyes as she looked at him. She held out her hand.
"It was so beautiful," she said, smiling, as she drew a deep breath of pleasure.
"So beautiful," he repeated softly, devouring her with his eyes. He drew her away from the light almost by force. When they had reached the darkest corner, he said to her accusingly, "You're deceiving Mr. Tiralla."
"Whose business is that?"
"Mine, mine, mine!" He shook her at every word, he was beside himself. He felt he was intoxicated, and still he could not control himself. He raised his hand as though to strike her.
She caught hold of his arm, "Oh, don't hit me."