She shook her head and smiled. "That was calf-love," she replied. "That really doesn't count. I should like to know the girl of sixteen who wouldn't have fallen in love in the country with a handsome youth who fights a duel with a real Count and then goes about for eight days with his arm in a sling." "But he didn't do it on your account, but for his sister's honour, as it were." "For Therese's honour? What makes you think that?" "You told me that the young man had spoken to Therese in the forest while she was studying '_Emilia Galotti_.'" "Yes, that is quite true. Anyway, she was quite glad to be spoken to. The only thing Leo objected to was that the young Count belonged to a club of young men who really behaved rather cheekily, and I think showed a touch of Anti-Semitism. So when Therese once went with her brother for a walk by the lake, and the Count came up and spoke to Therese as though he had known her for ages, while he mumbled his name off-handedly, for the benefit of Leo, Leo made a bow and introduced himself like this: 'Leo Golowski, Cracow Jew.' I don't know exactly what happened further; there was an exchange of words and the duel took place next day in the cavalry barracks at Klagenfurt." "So I am quite right," persisted George humorously. "He did fight for his sister's honour." "No, I tell you. I was there when he once discussed the matter with Therese, and said to her: 'So far as I am concerned you can do whatever amuses you. You can flirt with any one you like'...." "Only it's got to be a Jew, I suppose...." added George. Anna shook her head. "He's really not like that." "I know," replied George gently. "We have become quite good friends lately, your Leo and I. "Why, only yesterday evening we met at the café again and he was really quite condescending to me. I think he really forgives me my lineage. Besides, I haven't told you that Therese was at Ehrenbergs', too." And he described the appearance of the young girl in the Ehrenberg drawing-room and the impression she had made on Demeter. Anna smiled with pleasure. Later on, when they were again walking arm-in-arm in a quieter street, George began again. "But I still don't know who your great passion was." Anna was silent and looked straight in front of her. "Come, Anna, you promised me, didn't you?" Without looking at him she replied: "If you only had an idea how strange the whole thing seems to me to-day." "Why strange?" "Because the man you're trying to find out was quite an old man." "Thirty-five," said George jestingly; "isn't that so?" She shook her head seriously. "He was fifty-eight or sixty." "And you?" asked George slowly. "It is two years ago last summer. I was then twenty-one." George suddenly stood still. "I know now, it was your singing-master. Wasn't it?" Anna did not answer.