He was silent a moment. Then he stopped with a jerk. "I don't think I'll come any farther," he said. "The Glambecks will be wondering what has become of me. Glambeck brought me down for a couple of nights, and I can't be not there all the time."
"But you wanted to see Kökensee—"
"Doesn't anybody ever read in Kökensee?"
"Read?"
"Papers? Books? Reviews? Criticisms? What the world's doing in all the million places that aren't Kökensee? Who everybody is? What's being thought and created?"
He had an oddly nettled look.
"Robert takes in the Norddeutscheallgemeinezeitung, and I've been reading Kipling—"
"Kipling! Well, good-bye."
"But isn't Kipling—why, till I married I had only the Litany."
"What on earth for?"