Never had she had such
an uncomfortable meal with Wilhelm.
"What are you going to do now?" asked Wilhelm, when the waiter had
cleared the table.
"I think we had better go and have a look at our house," answered
Pilar, trying hard to assume a perfectly unconcerned tone.
"Of course," said Wilhelm; "and while you go home, I will take a
look at the streets of Paris."
"What--you are not coming with me?"
"I think it better you should go by yourself the first time. You
have no doubt got a good deal to set in order, and I should only be
in the way."
"Wilhelm," she said very gravely, "you are determined to hurt me.
Have I deserved that of you?"
"But, dearest Pilar--"
"I want proofs that I am your dearest Pilar. I have given myself to
you--body, soul and spirit. If you want my life as well, then say
so. I should be overjoyed to give it you. And you? Since yesterday
your every word and look tells me plainly that you regard me as a
stranger, and want to have nothing more to do with me. Oh, yes, you
do it all in a very delicate and considerate manner, that is your
way, but there is no need to speak more plainly to me"
"Do not excite yourself Pilar, I assure you that you are entirely
wrong."
She shook her head.
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