"My quintette?" repeated George in astonishment. "Have I spoken to you about my quintette, then?" "No, not you, but Fräulein Else told me that you were working at a quintette." "I see, Fräulein Else. No, I haven't got much further with it. I didn't feel quite in the mood, as you can imagine." "Quite," said Heinrich, and was silent for a while. "And your father was still so young," he added slowly. George nodded in silence. "How is your brother?" asked Heinrich suddenly. "Quite well, thanks," answered George somewhat coldly. Heinrich threw his cigarette over the rail and immediately proceeded to light another. Then he said: "You must be surprised at my inquiring after your brother when I have scarcely ever spoken to him. But he interests me. He represents in my view a type which is absolutely perfect of its kind, and I regard him as one of the happiest men going." "That may well be," answered George hesitatingly. "But how do you come to think so seeing that you scarcely know him?" "In the first place his name is Felician Freiherr von Wergenthin-Recco," said Heinrich very seriously, and blew the smoke into the air. George looked at him with some astonishment. "Of course your name is Wergenthin-Recco, too," continued Heinrich, "but only George--and that's not the same by a long way, is it? Besides, your brother is very handsome. Of course you haven't got at all a bad appearance. But people whose real point is that they're handsome have really a much better time of it than others whose real point is that they're clever. If you are handsome you are handsome for always, while clever people, or at any rate nine-tenths of them, spend their life without showing a single trace of talent. Yes, that's certainly the case. The line of life is clearer so to speak when one is handsome than when one is a genius. Of course all this could be expressed far better." George was disagreeably affected. What's the matter with him? he thought. Can he perhaps be jealous of Felician ... on account of Else Ehrenberg? They got out at the Praterstern. The great stream of the Sunday crowd was flowing towards them. They went towards the Hauptallee, where there was no longer any crush, and strolled slowly on. It had grown cool. George made remarks about the autumnal atmosphere of the evening, the people sitting in the restaurants, the military bands playing in the kiosks.