He had kissed her for the first time eight days ago, in an empty room in the Liechtentein Gallery, and from that moment Anna had employed the familiar 'du,' as though a less intimate appellation would have rung somewhat false. The fly stopped at a street corner. George got out, lit a cigarette and walked up and down opposite the house out of which Anna was due to come. After a few minutes she came out of the door, he rushed across the street to meet her and kissed her hand ecstatically. Following her habit, for she was in the habit of reading on her journeys, she carried a book with her in a pressed leather cover. "It is quite cool, Anna," said George, took the book out of her hand and helped her into the jacket which she had been carrying over her arm. "I was a little bit late you see," she said, "and I was very impatient to see you. Yes," she added with a smile, "one's temperament will break out now and again. What do you think of my new dress?" she added as they walked on. "It suits you very well." "They thought at my lesson that I looked like a lady-in-waiting." "Who thought so?" "Frau Bittner herself and her two daughters whom I am teaching." "I should rather say, like an Arch-Duchess." Anna nodded with satisfaction. "And now tell me, Anna, all that's happened to you since yesterday." She began quite seriously: "Twelve o'clock, after I left you at the door of our house, dinner in the family circle. Rested a little in the afternoon, and thought about you. Pupils from four to six-thirty, then read 'Grüner Heinrich,' and the evening paper. Too lazy to go out again, messed about at home. Supper. The usual domestic scene." "Your brother?" queried George. She answered with a "Yes" that ruled out all further questions. "A little music after supper.... Even tried to sing." "Were you satisfied?" "It was quite good enough for me, anyway," she said, and George thought he detected a slight note of melancholy in her tone. She quickly went on with her report. "Went to bed at half-past ten, slept well, got up early at eight ... one can't lie in bed any longer in our house ... dressed till half-past nine, was about the house till eleven...." "... Messing about," added George. "Right. Then went on to Weils, gave the boy a lesson." "How old is he?" asked George. "Thirteen," replied Anna. "Well, after all that is not so young."