"That and Psalms and things. I felt very empty on the Litany."
"I can imagine it. I'd lose no more time then in furnishing my emptiness. Good-bye."
"Oh, don't go—wait a moment. It's such ages since I've— Furnishing it how? What ought I—?"
"Read, read, read—everything you can lay your hands on."
"But there isn't anything to lay hands on."
"My dear lady, haven't you postcards? Write to London and order the reviews to be sent out to you. Get some notion of people and ideas. Good-bye."
"Oh—but won't you really come and look at Kökensee?"
"It's a dark place. I'm afraid what I'd see there would be nothing."
"There'll be more light to-morrow—"
"I'm going south again to-morrow with Glambeck. I only came for a day. I was curious about provincial German interiors. Good-bye."