Ingigerd turned and said quickly:
"Why do you always fly into such a temper right away? How do I know if I am suited to your needs and desires?"
"It is merely a question of love," replied Frederick.
"I like you. Yes, I do like you, but whether my feeling for you is love, how can I tell? I always say that so far I haven't loved anything but animals."
"Animals!" cried Frederick von Kammacher. He felt mortally ashamed. Never, it seemed to him, in his whole life had he so degraded himself.
XI
A few moments later there was a knock at the door, and a man in a long overcoat and brown kid gloves, carrying a silk hat in his fat hand entered.
"Excuse me," he said, "I presume this is Miss Hahlström?"
"Yes. I am Miss Hahlström."