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delicious whispers.

Fritz: "Do you love me?" Elsa: "Nu--yes." Fritz passionately" target="_blank" title="ad.多情地;热烈地">passionately: "But how



much?" To which Elsa never replied--except with "How much do YOU love ME?"

Fritz escaped that truly Christian trap by saying, "I asked you first."



It grew so confusing that I slipped in front of Frau Kellermann--and walked

in the peaceful knowledge that she was blossoming and I was under no



obligation to inform even my nearest and dearest as to the precise capacity

of my affections. "What right have they to ask each other such questions



the day after letters of blessing have been received?" I reflected. "What

right have they even to question each other? Love which becomes engaged



and married is a purely affirmative affair--they are usurping the

privileges of their betters and wisers!"



The edges of the field frilled over into an immense pine forest--very

pleasant and cool it looked. Another signpost begged us to keep to the



broad path for Schlingen and deposit waste paper and fruit peelings in wire

receptacles attached to the benches for the purpose. We sat down on the



first bench, and Karl with great curiosity explored the wire receptacle.

"I love woods," said the Advanced Lady, smiling pitifully into the air.



"In a wood my hair already seems to stir and remember something of its

savage origin."



"But speaking literally," said Frau Kellermann, after an appreciative

pause, "there is really nothing better than the air of pine-trees for the



scalp."

"Oh, Frau Kellermann, please don't break the spell," said Elsa.



The Advanced Lady looked at her very sympathetically. "Have you, too,

found the magic heart of Nature?" she said.



That was Herr Langen's cue. "Nature has no heart," said he, very bitterly

and readily, as people do who are over-philosophised and underfed. "She



creates that she may destroy. She eats that she may spew up and she spews

up that she may eat. That is why we, who are forced to eke out an



existence at her trampling feet, consider the world mad, and realise the

deadly vulgarity of production."



"Young man," interrupted Herr Erchardt, "you have never lived and you have

never suffered!"



"Oh, excuse me--how can you know?"

"I know because you have told me, and there's an end of it. Come back to



this bench in ten years' time and repeat those words to me," said Frau

Kellermann, with an eye upon Fritz, who was engaged in counting Elsa's



fingers with passionate fervour--"and bring with you your young wife, Herr

Langen, and watch, perhaps, your little child playing with--" She turned



towards Karl, who had rooted an old illustrated paper out of the receptacle

and was spelling over an advertisement for the enlargement of Beautiful



Breasts.

The sentence remained unfinished. We decided to move on. As we plunged



more deeply into the wood our spirits rose--reaching a point where they

burst into song--on the part of the three men--"O Welt, wie bist du



wunderbar!"--the lower part of which was piercingly sustained by Herr

Langen, who attempted quite unsuccessfully to infuse satire into it in



accordance with his--"world outlook". They strode ahead and left us to

trail after them--hot and happy.



"Now is the opportunity," said Frau Kellermann. "Dear Frau Professor, do

tell us a little about your book."



"Ach, how did you know I was writing one?" she cried playfully.

"Elsa, here, had it from Lisa. And never before have I personally known a



woman who was writing a book. How do you manage to find enough to write

down?"



"That is never the trouble," said the Advanced Lady--she took Elsa's arm

and leaned on it gently. "The trouble is to know where to stop. My brain



has been a hive for years, and about three months ago the pent-up waters

burst over my soul, and since then I am writing all day until late into the



night, still ever finding fresh inspirations and thoughts which beat

impatient wings about my heart."



"Is it a novel?" asked Elsa shyly.

"Of course it is a novel," said I.



"How can you be so positive?" said Frau Kellermann, eyeing me severely.

"Because nothing but a novel could produce an effect like that."



"Ach, don't quarrel," said the Advanced Lady sweetly. "Yes, it is a novel

--upon the Modern Woman. For this seems to me the woman's hour. It is



mysterious and almost prophetic, it is the symbol of the true advanced

woman: not one of those violent creatures who deny their sex and smother



their frail wings under...under--"

"The English tailor-made?" from Frau Kellermann.



"I was not going to put it like that. Rather, under the lying garb of

false masculinity!"



"Such a subtle distinction!" I murmured.

"Whom then," asked Fraulein Elsa, looking adoringly at the Advanced Lady--






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