A strange sensation of content suffused his limbs. He felt as if a dead weight had fallen from them. He felt wholesomely tired, and could have stretched himself out on the spot and fallen asleep.
"And now you'll send those youths to the right about?" he asked.
"Leo!"
"Yes or no?"
"With the greatest pleasure in the world if you will come and see me again."
"But if I don't come?"
She hung her head in utter discouragement. "Then I can't say what I shall do," she stammered.
"When do you expect Ulrich home?" he asked, to divert her.
"Ah, Ulrich!" she exclaimed quickly. "In every one of his letters he has inquired after you and sent messages. Some he has addressed to us both. But I haven't dared write to him, because I haven't seen you. And what would he think if he knew you hadn't been once?"
"That's true enough," he said, and thought to himself that even the most trustful person would be struck by such extraordinary conduct.