“Come back to the pension and faint as much as you please. But you can’t faint here. All the shops are closed. There is nobody about. Please don’t be so foolish.”
“Here and here only!” She indicated the exact spot and dropped quite beautifully, lying motionless.
“Very well,” I said, “faint away; but please hurry over it.”
She did not move. I began to walk home, but each time I looked behind me I saw the dark form of the modern soul prone before the hairdresser’s window. Finally I ran, and rooted out the Herr Professor from his room. “Fräulein Sonia has fainted,” I said crossly.
“Du lieber Gott! Where? How?”
“Outside the hairdresser’s shop in the Station Road.”
“Jesus and Maria! Has she no water with her?”—he seized his carafe—“nobody beside her?”
“Nothing.”
“Where is my coat? No matter, I shall catch a cold on the chest. Willingly, I shall catch one.... You are ready to come with me?”
“No,” I said; “you can take the waiter.”