"
"You still think of Helene?" cried Sigmund in surprise.
"Why shouldn't I?" replied Wolf, "you also remember her, as I see."
"True," Sigmund assented. "I have not forgotten her. She was a
bewitchingly beautiful and charming woman. What a tempting mouth!
What wicked eyes! And her clever talk! Her merry disposition!
Wherever she was, she filled everything with life and animation."
Wolf gazed thoughtfully into vacancy, and made no reply.
"She loved you very dearly," Sigmund added.
Still Wolf remained silent.
"And you loved her."
"Yes," Wolf answered at last, drawing his fingers slowly through his
red beard. "I loved Helene very dearly. So long as I was with her, I
did not notice it, and when the child was born, I even felt greatly
disturbed by the thought that I should now have her bound to me
forever. Not until after we had separated did I discover how large a
place she had filled in my life. And the more distant that time
becomes, it grows larger instead of less. A reversion of all the laws
of perspective."
"But an intelligible phenomenon," observed Sigmund.
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