'
'Have you parents, then?'
'Yes,' said Gudrun, 'we have parents.'
And she told him, briefly, laconically, her position. He watched her
closely, curiously all the while.
'So!' he exclaimed, with some surprise. 'And the Herr Crich, is he
rich?'
'Yes, he is rich, a coal owner.'
'How long has your friendship with him lasted?'
'Some months.'
There was a pause.
'Yes, I am surprised,' he said at length. 'The English, I thought they
were so--cold. And what do you think to do when you leave here?'
'What do I think to do?' she repeated.
'Yes. You cannot go back to the teaching. No--' he shrugged his
shoulders--'that is impossible. Leave that to the CANAILLE who can do
nothing else. You, for your part--you know, you are a remarkable woman,
eine seltsame Frau. Why deny it--why make any question of it? You are
an extraordinary woman, why should you follow the ordinary course, the
ordinary life?'
Gudrun sat looking at her hands, flushed. She was pleased that he said,
so simply, that she was a remarkable woman.
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