Marie Tarnowska

nd my medicines and my sufferings from Pegli to Genoa, from Genoa to Florence. He seeme

ss Dubinskaja, her sister Vera Vojatschek, and the fair-haired Olga Kralberg, who came to see us every day. But I felt lost and lonely, as

it was on a not distant day to commit suicide for his sake. "Every man,

eplied despondently. "To win a man i

ing it," she said. "Have you

ndeed,"

id it

bored to

and distant? Being, so to

, I

d h

being a stranger to him. He was as

. "Have you tried being hyster

I said at last. "But I do n

hysteria-you must try to preserve the plastic line through it all," and Olga sketched with her thumb a vague painter's gesture in the air. "For exampl

surd idea!"

ary, it is very modern, very piquant to swoon away every

if I don

sband's presence. Then-then you totter; you fall down-but mind," added Olga, "that you fall in a graceful, imp

," I said to her. And

pinning her hat on br

t desert me," I implored. "Tr

fter reflecting a few

being a ray of s

y a 'ray of sunshine'? You seem to be swayed

to be a ray of sunshine in a man's life, one must appear be

tsteps, run to meet him and throw your arms round his neck. When he goes out, toss a flow

play the guitar,

tmosphere that surrounds him should be bright with unstudied ga

" I sighed, withou

id

a ribbon in my hair. When I heard his footstep, I

nd what on earth have you got on y

s I saw that he was dull and silent (and this occurred almost immedia

t much ear, but a fine strong voic

ook his hat and left the house. I t

ome back for