Twice already this morning he had tried in vain to get speech with her, and he looked pale and agitated.
He had a splendid bunch of flowers in his hand; he bestowed a hasty greeting on Mary and his betrothed, and did not heed the fact that Katharina returned it hesitatingly and without a word.
He went close up to Paula, told her in a low voice that Hiram was safe, and implored her, as she hoped to be forgiven for her own sins, to grant him a few minutes.

When she rejected his prayer with a silent shrug, and went on towards the boat he put out his hand to help her, but she intentionally overlooked it and gave her hand to the physician.

At this he sprang after her into the barge, saying in her ear in a tremulous whisper: "A wretch, a miserable man entreats your mercy.

I was mad yesterday.

I love you, I love you--how deeply!--you will see!" "Enough," she broke in firmly, and she stood up in the swaying boat.
Philippus supported her, and Orion, laying the flowers in her lap, cried so that all could hear: "Your departure will sorely distress my father.
He is so ill that we did not dare allow you to take leave of him.