“I shouldn’t do it often, Eva, if I were you.”
“No, I think it inexplicable, and yet it’s already beginning to bore me. One grows so accustomed to the incomprehensible.”
“Everything’s incomprehensible.”
“Yes ... and everything’s a bore.”
“Eva!” he said, with a soft, reproachful laugh.
“I give up the fight. I shall just sit in my rocking-chair ... and look at the rain.”
“There was a time when you used to see the beautiful side of my country.”
“Your country? Which you would be glad to leave to-morrow to go to the Paris Exhibition!”
“I’ve never seen anything.”
“How humble you are to-day!”