tions and of how different things were now. Defiantly he asked: "How is Herr Mahlmann?"
Agnes assumed an air of contempt. "Do you still remember him? If I were to see him again, I should not be particularly pleased."
"Really? But he has a patent office and could very easily marry."
"Well, what of it?"
"But you used to be greatly interested in him."
"What makes you think that?"
"He was always giving you presents."
"I would have preferred not to take them, but then—" she looked down at the ground, at the wet fallen leaves—"then I could not have accepted your presents." She was frightened and said nothing more. Diederich felt that something serious had happened and was silent also.
"They were not worth talking about," he said finally, "a few flowers." And, with returning indignation: "Mahlmann even gave you a bracelet."
"I never wear it," said Agnes. His heart began to beat violently as he managed to say: "And if I had given it to you?"
Silence. He held his breath. Softly he heard her whisper: "In that case, yes."
Then they walked on more quickly and without speaking a word. They came to the Brandenburger Tor, saw that Unter den Linden was full of police and hurried past it, turning into Dorotheenstrasse. Here there were few people about. Diederich slowed their pace and began to laugh.
"It is really very funny. Every present Mahlmann gave you was paid for with my money. I was still a greenhorn and he took everything from me."
She stood still. "Oh!"—and she gazed at him, her blue brown eyes tremulous. "That's dreadful. Can you forgive me?"
