Gagin's reception was friendly. He overwhelmed me with affectionate
reproaches; but no sooner had Assja caught sight of me than she broke
into loud laughter, designedly, it seemed, and without the least cause,
and ran away precipitately. Gagin lost his temper, grumbled at her for a
crazy girl, and begged me to excuse her. I must confess that I was very
cross with Assja. I was uncomfortable before, and now this unnatural
laughter and ridiculous behavior must be added. However, I acted as if I
had observed nothing, and detailed to Gagin all the incidents of my
little journey. He told me what he had done during my absence. But the
conversation went lame. Assja kept running in and out. Finally I
declared that I had some pressing work, and that it was time for me to
be at home. Gagin tried to detain me at first, then looking keenly at
me, he begged permission to accompany me. In the hall Assja approached
me suddenly, and held out her hand to me. I gave her fingers an almost
imperceptible pressure, and bade her good-by carelessly. We crossed the
Rhine together, strolled to my favorite oak tree near the little shrine
to the Virgin, and sat down on a bench to enjoy the landscape. There a
remarkable conversation took place between us.
At first we only spoke in the briefest words, then fell into silence and
fixed our eyes on the shining river.
"Tell me," Gagin began suddenly, with his accustomed smile, "what is
your opinion of Assja? She must appear a little singular to you. Not
so?"
"Yes," I answered, not without a certain constraint. I had not expected
him to speak of her.
"One must learn to know her well to form a judgment upon her," he
continued. "She has a very good heart, but a wild head. It is hard to
live quietly with her. However, it is not her fault, and if you knew her
history----"
"Her history!" I interrupted him. "Isn't she then your----" Gagin looked
at me.
"Is it possible that you have doubted that she was my sister? No," he
went on, without heeding my confusion. "She is; at least she is my
father's daughter. Listen to me. I have confidence in you, and I will
tell you all about her.
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