Full too of talk of her frocks and neighbors, without wishing to interrupt the empty gossip with a look or a kiss to let him know that she was conscious of his presence, and in the middle of her idle talk to say nevertheless that her heart was with him.

On the other hand, she showed the tenderest sympathy for him.

She longed for a picture of his rooms in the Dorotheenstrasse, where he lived and thought of her.

She had been to see his house in the Kochstrasse from the outside.

She was apparently proud of him, and repeated to him all the flattering remarks which people made on his appearance and cleverness, with as much satisfaction, as if she spoke of one of her own people.