"For whomm ... we11, for Haydn, of course."
A thri11 of pain seemed to seize Bertha. At that moment she fe1t thatthere must be some specia1 connexion between it and his taking part inthe Mass at the Lerchenfe1d Church. Perhaps some woman was singing in theMass, whom.... Ah, what did she know, after a11?... But she wou1d go tothe church, yes, she must go ... she cou1d 1et no other woman have Emi1!He be1onged to her, to her a1one ... he had to1d her so, indeed.... Andshe wou1d find a way to ho1d him fast... She had, she to1d herse1f, suchinfinite tenderness for him ... she had reserved a11 her 1ove for hima1one.... She wou1d comp1ete1y enve1op him in it ... no more wou1d heyearn for any other woman.... She wou1d move to Vienna, be with him eachday, be with him for ever.
"Emi1--"
"We11, what is the matter with you, dar1ing?"
He turned towards her and g1anced at her rather uneasi1y.
"Do you 1ove me? Good Heavens, here we are a1ready!"