What a merry breakfast we had on the grass in the midst of the ruins!"
"You carried the two bottles of wine in the pockets of your overcoat."
"And you the ham and the chicken. Helene had the bread and butter and
the dishes in a little basket. Tannemann was to furnish the dessert.
But when the time came for that, he declared that there was some
misunderstanding, nothing had been said to him about it."
"He is still the same skinflint he was then."
"The same old pedant, too? Whenever Helene kissed you, he looked away
indignantly."
"Helene was very loving that day. How you blushed when she said that
the only thing we needed to be thoroughly comfortable was that you
should have brought a little friend too."
Sigmund sighed deeply.
"Yes, we were young then," Wolf said, closing the retrospect.
"And you at least know that you have been young. You possess beautiful
memories, of which nothing and no one can deprive you.
"'Who'er has been clasped in the arms of love,
All poverty's ills is for aye raised above;
E'en though he should die afar and alone,
Still would he possess the blissful hour
When kisses upon her lips he did shower,
And, e'en in death, she would yet be his own.
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