“Oh, love, love! How interminable is your pain!”
Now I began with nervous haste to say to myself, “Where will she be? With Katja? Up! Go to her and ask her!”
“Has Mascha been here?”
“Yes—she has just gone away!”
“Did she not say where she was going?”
“No!... Have you quarrelled once more?”
“H’m!... A little, but it was my fault!... I must find her!... Good-bye!”
At the house of A, B, C, and D she was not to be found. Is it possible that in her pain——? No, no! Not that! Not that!!
This pulsed in my temples, whilst I ran up and down the stairs!
Six o’clock! now she will go out walking on the Newsky-Prospekt!!...