ourth year one of the professors last year married a former
pupil. I would not do that at any price, marry a former professor,
who knows all one's faults. Besides, he must be at least 12 or 20 years
older than the girl; and that's perfectly horrible, one might as well
marry one's father; he would be at least fond of her, and she would at
least know the way he likes to have everything done; but to marry one's
former professor, what an extraordinary thing to do!

October 15th. I'm frightfully anxious that Hella may have a relapse;
she says that nothing would induce her to have a second operation,
especially now that -- -- --; she says she would rather die. That would
be awful! I did my best to persuade her to tell her mother that she has
such pain; but she won't.

October 19th. In November, Hella's father will be made a general and
will be stationed in Cracow. Thank goodness she is going to stay here
with her grandmother until she leaves the Lyz. She will only go to
Cracow at Christmas and Easter and in the summer holidays. She is
frantically delighted. The good news has made her quite well again.
Everyone at school is very proud that there will be a general's daughter
in our class. It's true that there is a field-marshal's daughter in the
Third, but he is retired. Father always says: Nobody makes any fuss over
a retired officer.

October 22nd. We are so much excited that we've hardly any time to learn
our lessons. At Christmas last year some one gave Hella's mother several
of Geierstamm's novels. The other day one of them was lying on the
table, and when her mother was out Hella had a hurried look at it and
read the title _The Power of Woman!!!_ When her mother had finished
it, she watched to see where it was put in the bookcase, and now we are
reading it. It's simply wonderful! It keeps me awake all night; Signe
whom he is so passionately fond of and who deceives him. We cried so
much that we could not go on reading. And Gretchen, the girl, to whom
her father is everything; I can understand so well that she is always
anxious lest her father should marry that horrid Frau Elise, although
she has a husband already. And when she dies, oh, it's so horrible and
so beautiful that we read it over three times in succession. The other
day my eyes were quite red from crying, and Aunt said I must be working
too hard; for she thinks that Hella and I are studying literature
together. Oh dear, lessons are an awful nuisance when one