I went down to the quay. My things were already on board. Herr Mack pressed my hand, and said encouragingly that it would be nice weather, pleasant weather; he would not mind making the trip himself in such weather. The Doctor came walking down. Edwarda was with him; I felt my knees beginning to tremble.
“Came to see you safely off,” said the Doctor.
I thanked him.
Edwarda looked me straight in the face and said:
“I must thank you for your dog.” She pressed her lips together; they were quite white. Again she had called me “Eder.” [Footnote: The most formal mode of address.]
“When does the boat go?” the Doctor asked a man.
“In half an hour.”
I said nothing.
Edwarda was turning restlessly this way and that.
“Doctor, don’t you think we may as well go home again?” she said. “I have done what I came for to do.”
“You have done what you came to do,” said the Doctor.
She laughed, humiliated by his everlasting correction, and answered:
“Wasn’t that almost what I said?”
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