(They used the familiar du.)
Christophe flung the letter on the table angrily.
"No. It is too much!" he said.
"What is?"
"Read!"
He turned away and went and sulked in a corner.
Reinhart and his wife read the letter, and could find in it only fervent admiration.
"I don't see," he said in astonishment.
"You don't see? You don't see?…" cried Christophe, taking the letter and thrusting it in his face. "Can't you read? Don't you see that he is a 'Brahmin'"?
And then Reinhart noticed that in one sentence the Universitäts
Musikdirektor compared Christophe's Lieder with those of Brahms.
Christophe moaned: