He is to think it over. If he does not hang himself, he is to shoot
himself. I have lent him my father’s revolver. How grateful he looked
when he took it.
Next Day.
Why does Otto seem to avoid me? Has he some secret sorrow that I cannot
share? To-day he moved his camp-stool to the other side of the meadow.
He was in the long grass behind an elderberry bush. At first I did not
see him. I thought that he had hanged himself. But he said no. He had
forgotten to get a rope. He had tried, he said, to shoot himself. But
he had missed himself.
Five Days Later.
Otto and I are not to die. We are to live; to live and love one another
for ever! We are going away, out into the world together! How happy I
am!
Otto and I are to flee together.
When Alexis comes we shall be gone; we shall be far away.