—How brilliant!
—How rich!
[For some time the two expressions, "How rich! How magnificent!" are repeated from different parts of the room, uttered abruptly, like a bark.
—Beside this ballroom there are fourteen other magnificent rooms in Man's house. I have seen them all. The dining-room has such a huge fireplace that you can put a whole log into it. There are magnificent guest-rooms and a beautiful boudoir. A large bedroom, and over the pillows on the beds—just fancy!—canopies!
—Why, how wonderful! Canopies!
—Did you hear? Canopies!
—Permit me to continue. For their son, the little boy, they have a beautiful bright room of golden yellow wood. It looks as if the sun were shining into it all the time.
—He is such a fine boy. He has curly hair that looks like the rays of the sun.
—That's true. When you look at him you wonder whether the sun has risen.
—And when you look at his eyes you think: "Autumn is, gone, and the blue sky is here again."