So day by day he grew to enjoy the nestling comfort of a near-by friend.

This, I grieve to say, was too plainly seen in his relations with Yolanda, for she unquestionably nestled toward him.

She made no effort to conceal her delight in his companionship, though she most adroitly kept him at a proper distance.

If she observed a growing confidence in Max, she quickly nipped it by showing him that she enjoyed my companionship or that of old Franz just as much.

On such occasions Max's dignity and vanity required balm.
"Oh, Karl," he said to me one evening while we were preparing for bed, "it seems to me I have just wakened to life, or have just got out of prison.