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Dick
dined
with
Franz
and
his
bride
and
a
small
dog
with
a
smell
of
burning
rubber
,
in
their
cottage
on
the
edge
of
the
grounds
,
He
felt
vaguely
oppressed
,
not
by
the
atmosphere
of
modest
retrenchment
,
nor
by
Frau
Gregorovius
,
who
might
have
been
prophesied
,
but
by
the
sudden
contracting
of
horizons
to
which
Franz
seemed
so
reconciled
For
him
the
boundaries
of
asceticism
were
differently
marked
—
he
could
see
it
as
a
means
to
an
end
,
even
as
a
carrying
on
with
a
glory
it
would
itself
supply
,
but
it
was
hard
to
think
of
deliberately
cutting
life
down
to
the
scale
of
an
inherited
suit
.
The
domestic
gestures
of
Franz
and
his
wife
as
they
turned
in
a
cramped
space
lacked
grace
and
adventure
.
The
post
-
war
months
in
France
,
and
the
lavish
liquidations
taking
place
under
the
ægis
of
American
splendor
,
had
affected
Dick
’
s
outlook
.
Also
,
men
and
women
had
made
much
of
him
,
and
perhaps
what
had
brought
him
back
to
the
centre
of
the
great
Swiss
watch
,
was
an
intuition
that
this
was
not
too
good
for
a
serious
man
.
He
made
Kaethe
Gregorovius
feel
charming
,
meanwhile
becoming
increasingly
restless
at
the
all
-
pervading
cauliflower
—
simultaneously
hating
himself
too
for
this
incipience
of
he
knew
not
what
superficiality
.
"
God
,
am
I
like
the
rest
after
all
?
"
—
So
he
used
to
think
starting
awake
at
night
—
"
Am
I
like
the
rest
?
"
This
was
poor
material
for
a
socialist
but
good
material
for
those
who
do
much
of
the
world
’
s
rarest
work
.
The
truth
was
that
for
some
months
he
had
been
going
through
that
partitioning
of
the
things
of
youth
wherein
it
is
decided
whether
or
not
to
die
for
what
one
no
longer
believes
.
In
the
dead
white
hours
in
Zurich
staring
into
a
stranger
’
s
pantry
across
the
upshine
of
a
street
-
lamp
,
he
used
to
think
that
he
wanted
to
be
good
,
he
wanted
to
be
kind
,
he
wanted
to
be
brave
and
wise
,
but
it
was
all
pretty
difficult
.
He
wanted
to
be
loved
,
too
,
if
he
could
fit
it
in
.
The
veranda
of
the
central
building
was
illuminated
from
open
French
windows
,
save
where
the
black
shadows
of
stripling
walls
and
the
fantastic
shadows
of
iron
chairs
slithered
down
into
a
gladiola
bed
.
From
the
figures
that
shuffled
between
the
rooms
Miss
Warren
emerged
first
in
glimpses
and
then
sharply
when
she
saw
him
;
as
she
crossed
the
threshold
her
face
caught
the
room
’
s
last
light
and
brought
it
outside
with
her
.
She
walked
to
a
rhythm
—
all
that
week
there
had
been
singing
in
her
ears
,
summer
songs
of
ardent
skies
and
wild
shade
,
and
with
his
arrival
the
singing
had
become
so
loud
she
could
have
joined
in
with
it
.
"
How
do
you
do
,
Captain
,
"
she
said
,
unfastening
her
eyes
from
his
with
difficulty
,
as
though
they
had
become
entangled
.
"
Shall
we
sit
out
here
?
"
She
stood
still
,
her
glance
moving
about
for
a
moment
.
"
It
’
s
summer
practically
.
"
A
woman
had
followed
her
out
,
a
dumpy
woman
in
a
shawl
,
and
Nicole
presented
Dick
:
"
Señora
—
"
Franz
excused
himself
and
Dick
grouped
three
chairs
together
.
"
The
lovely
night
,
"
the
Señora
said
.
