"It is hard to end everything so suddenly."
"Karl, my good friend, I did wrong in coming here," Olga said. "Now that I did come, let us work. Take your colors and brush. We must get through with it as soon as possible."
"You are right, Olga; as soon as possible."
"What shall I do first?" she asked.
"Take off your hat and coat, please."
Karl stepped toward her with outstretched hands as if to help her. She drew back, with a little gesture of apprehension.
"You mustn't touch me," she said.
As she brushed past him Karl caught a whiff of fragrance from her hair that was intoxicating.
"Do you use perfume on your hair?" he asked, quite innocently.
"Certainly not," she laughed.