When Mr. Heinz came into the room, he made a frightened sound,
because I was laughing so much. And then he had to sneeze...
But I will soon forget this. I can no longer even remember when the
old Mr. Konrad Krause said he liked me. That was still nicer.
I only remember that the writing-table at which he sat was already
dark when I brought the tea. He asked who was in the house; I said:
"No one"--and wanted to pour the tea.. But he pointed to his thigh
and said: "sit down"--I said: "If I may"--and I sat down. He said:
"Put the teapot on the writing-table." I did that. And then we
looked at each other ardently, but I was very bashful. Suddenly he
took my hand and pressed it to his stomach. He said: "Beloved."
We trembled violently.