"Guess."
"But that is difficult, for you have your own tastes, and I know you do not care for church music and Holbein's Madonnas...."
"No. You are right there. And since my lord and master is so serious I will not keep him waiting and tormenting himself any longer. There were three things that I was delighted with: first, the confectioner's shop at the Old Market and the Scheffelgassen corner, with those wonderful pasties and liqueurs. Just to sit there...."
"But, Katherine, one could not sit at all, one could scarcely stand, and it seemed as if one had to get every mouthful by force."
"That was just it. That was the very reason, my dear. Whatever one must win by force ..."
And she turned away roguishly pretending to pout, until he kissed her ardently.
"I see," she laughed, "that you really agree with me and as a reward I will tell you the second and third too. The second thing was the summer theater in the suburbs, where we saw 'Monsieur Hercules' and Knaak drummed the Tannhäuser March on a rickety old whist table, I never saw anything so comical in all my life, and I don't believe you ever did either. It was really too funny.... And the third ... was 'Bacchus Riding on the He-goat' in the Art Museum and the 'Dog Scratching Himself' by Peter Vischer."
"I thought it was something like that; and when Uncle Osten hears about it he will think you are quite right and he will be fonder of you than ever and will say still oftener than before, 'I tell you, Botho, Katherine ...'"
"And isn't he right?"
"Why surely he is."