"For who ... well, for Haydn, of course."

A thrill of pain seemed to seize Bertha. At that moment she felt thatthere must be some special connexion between it and his taking part inthe Mass at the Lerchenfeld Church. Perhaps some woman was singing in theMass, whom.... Ah, what did she know, after all?... But she would go tothe church, yes, she must go ... she could let no other woman have Emil!He belonged to her, to her alone ... he had told her so, indeed.... Andshe would find a way to hold him fast... She had, she told herself, suchinfinite tenderness for him ... she had reserved all her love for himalone.... She would completely envelop him in it ... no more would heyearn for any other woman.... She would move to Vienna, be with him eachday, be with him for ever.

"Emil--"

"Well, what is the matter with you, darling?"

He turned towards her and looked at her rather uneasily.

"Do you love me? Good Heavens, here we are already!"