“No, only people like you and me. Simple people, in this world which is eaten up with charlatanism of all sorts so that even we, the simple, don’t know any longer how to trust each other.”
“Don’t we? Then why don’t you trust him? You are dying to do so, don’t you know?”
She dropped her chin on her breast and from under her straight eyebrows the deep blue eyes remained fixed on me, impersonally, as if without thought.
“What have you been doing since you left me yesterday?” she asked.
“The first thing I remember I abused your sister horribly this morning.”
“And how did she take it?”
“Like a warm shower in spring. She drank it all in and unfolded her petals.”
“What poetical expressions he uses! That girl is more perverted than one would think possible, considering what she is and whence she came. It’s true that I, too, come from the same spot.”
“She is slightly crazy. I am a great favourite with her. I don’t say this to boast.”
“It must be very comforting.”