Well, that’s extraordinary. You simply can’t imagine how reserved the boy always was—just like his father. No playfellows, no school friends,—nothing.
Mrs Buchner.
Yes, yes, that’s how he was with us at first. He never would come near the house, except for the music-lesson.
Mrs Scholz.
Later, though, he came?
Mrs Buchner.
Well,—yes. He said we mustn’t worry him, and when he felt able he’d come of his own accord. We had the sense to let him have his own way, and sure enough, after waiting for him half a year, in fact,—when we’d given up waiting, he came—and afterwards, day after day, little by little, he became quite different.
Mrs Scholz.
You must have bewitched him—his engagement alone—that’s what I can’t get over.