"I hope so," said Falk.
"Then I'll go and have a look at the market. By-the-by, have you seen Beda since?"
"Since when?"
"Since she left the café and went to live in a room by herself."
"How do you know she did?"
"Do control your temper, Falk. You'll never get on in the world unless you do."
"Yes, you're right. I must take matters more calmly, or else I'll go out of my mind! But that girl, whom I loved so dearly! How shamefully she has treated me! To give to that clumsy boor all she denied to me! And then to have the face to tell me that it proved the purity of her love for me!"
"Most excellent dialectics! And she is quite right too, for her first proposition is correct. She does love you, doesn't she?"
"She's running after me, anyhow."
"And you?"