sh
bird had its head turned to one side, and was peeping into the room:
"Come out," it chirped, "come out." And Daniel went.

He had an engagement with M. Riviere at the cafe by the market place.
Since he no longer saw anything of Eleanore, he wanted to find out how
her plans for going to Paris were getting along.

The Frenchman told of the progress he was making in his Caspar Hauser
research. In his broken German he told of the murder of body and soul
that had been committed in the case of the foundling: "He was a mortal
man _comme une etoile_," he said. "The bourgeoisie crushed him. The
bourgeoisie is the _racine_ of all evil."

Daniel never mentioned Eleanore's name. He tried to satisfy himself by
the fact that she kept out of his sight. He bit his lips together, and
said: I will. But a stronger power in him said, No, you won't. And this
stronger power became a beggar. It went around saying, Give me, please,
give me!

The billiard balls rattled. A gentleman in a red velvet vest had a
quarrel with a shabby looking fellow who had been reading _Fliegende
Blaetter_ for the last two hours; he would begin over and over again at
the very beginning, and break out into convulsions of laughter every
time he came to his favourite jokes.

Daniel was silent; he insisted somehow on remaining silent. M. Riviere
wished, for this reason, to hear something about the "Harzreise." By way
of starting a discussion he remarked quite timidly that _sans musique la
vie est insupportable_, "There is something about music that reminds one
of insanity," he remarked. He said there were nights when he would open
a volume of Schubert's or Brahms's songs, leaf through them, read the
notes, and hum the melodies simply in order to escape the despair which
the conduct of the people about him was emptying into his heart. "_Moi_,
I ought to be, how do you say? stoic; _mais_ I am not. In me there is
_trop de musique, et c'est le contraire_."

Daniel looked at him in astonishment. "Come with me," he said suddenly,
got up, and took him by the arm.

They met Eleanore in the hall. She had been up in the new flat with the
whitewasher. Her father was to move in the following day.

"Why was all this done so quickly?" asked Daniel, full of a vague
happiness that drew special nourishment from the fact that Eleanore was
plainly excited.

"Mere chance," she said, and carefully avoided looking at him. "A
captain who is being transferred here from Ratisbon