"What do you do with yourself, all day long?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Are you active in the housekeeping line?"
She pouted. "Yes; but it bores me."
"And--and ... visitors leave you in peace?"
She flushed to her neck. "What visitors?"
"You know ... the youths."
She smiled, apparently deeply ashamed. "Why do you remind me of that?" she rebuked him. "I shudder when I think of the way in which only a short time ago I sought my pleasures. Oh, Leo, how different I feel, how much better and purer, since you came into my life again!"
"I can't say the same for myself," he thought, remembering what he had gone through; but he felt flattered, nevertheless, at being recognised as a good angel.
"I cling to you," Felicitas went on, "with all the best instincts of my nature, for I know that you are the one person who can help me. And when I wrestle with my torture ..."