All this I felt, through her decently framed good-bye, but I did not care at all; to be out of her sight as soon as possible, was all that I requested.
When we went down in the hall, Richard looked anxiously at me, but I did not feel as if I had ever been there before; I really had no feeling.

I said good-bye to Bettina, who was the only servant that I saw, and Richard put me into the carriage.

When, we drove away, I did not even look back.

As we passed out of the gate, I said to him, "What day of the month is it to-day ?" "It is the first of September," he returned.
"And when did I come here ?" I asked.
"Early in June, was it not ?" he said.

"You know I was not here." "Then it is not three months," and I leaned back wearily in the carriage, and was silent.
Before we reached the city, Richard had good reason to think that I was very ill.