“Where are you stopping?”
“At the Schwarzkopfs’?”
“With the pilot-captain? How original!”
“How frightfully original.”
“You are stopping in the town?” asked Consul Fritsche, the owner of the baths. He did not betray that he felt the blow.
“Will you come to our next assembly?” his wife asked.
“Oh, you are only here for a short time?”—this from another lady.
“Don’t you think, darling, the Buddenbrooks rather give themselves airs?” Frau Hagenström whispered to Frau Senator Möllendorpf.
“Have you been in yet?” somebody asked. “Which of the rest of you hasn’t bathed yet, young ladies? Marie? Julie, Louise? Your friends will go bathing with you, of course, Fräulein Antonie.” Some of the young girls rose, and Peter Döhlmann insisted on accompanying them up the beach.
“Do you remember how we used to go back and forth to school together?” Tony asked Julie Hagenström.