(_At the door_) Tell me … aren’t you a bit surprised?… GIRL At what? COUNT That I don’t want anything of you. GIRL There are many men who aren’t in the mood in the morning. COUNT Of course… (_To himself_) Absurd, that I expect to be surprised… Well, good-by… (_He is near the door_) But really, I’m disappointed. I ought to know that women like her care only about money … what am I saying … it is beautiful, that at least she doesn’t pretend; should make one glad… (_Aloud_) Do you know, I shall come to see you again soon? GIRL (_With closed eyes_) All right. COUNT When are you at home? GIRL I’m always at home. You only have to ask for Leocadia. COUNT Leocadia… All right—Well, God bless you. (_At the door_) The wine is still in my head. But after all it is sublime… I am with a woman like her and haven’t done anything but kiss her eyes, because she reminded me of some one… (_Turns toward her_) Tell me, Leocadia, does it often happen that any one leaves you in this way? GIRL What way? COUNT As I do. GIRL In the morning? COUNT No … have you ever had any one with you,—who didn’t want anything of you? GIRL No, that has never happened to me. COUNT Well, what do you think then? Do you think I didn’t like you? GIRL Why shouldn’t you like me? You liked me well enough by night. COUNT I like you now, too. GIRL But you liked me better last night. COUNT What makes you think that? GIRL Why ask such foolish questions? COUNT Last night … well, tell me, didn’t I drop right down on the sofa? GIRL Certainly … with me. COUNT With you? GIRL Yes, don’t you remember? COUNT I did … both of us… GIRL But you fell asleep right away. COUNT Right away… So … that’s what happened?… GIRL Yes, sonny. But you must have been terribly drunk, that you don’t remember. COUNT So… And yet … there is a faint resemblance… Good-by… (_Listens_) … What is the matter? GIRL The servant is up. Give her a tip as you go out. The outside door is open, so you won’t have to give anything to the janitor. COUNT (_In the anteroom_) Well… It would have been beautiful, if I had kissed her only on the eyes. It would have been almost an adventure… But it wasn’t my destiny. (_The servant opens the door_) Ah—here… Good-night.— SERVANT Good morning! COUNT Of course … good morning … good morning. FOOTNOTES [1] The Luna Park of Vienna. [2] A Parisian dancer, famous in the nineties. [3] A monotonous, treeless region in the great plain of Hungary. [4] A provincial town in Hungary about 60 miles south of Vienna. End of Project Gutenberg's Hands Around [Reigen], by Arthur Schnitzler