For I have suffered much." Seeing that he was taking a more courteous tone, the Wanderer folded his arms and left Unorna free to move, awaiting her commands, or the further development of events.

He saw in her face that her anger was not subsiding, and he wondered less at it after hearing Kafka's insulting speech.

It was a pity, he thought, that any one should take so seriously a maniac's words, but he was nevertheless resolved that they should not be repeated.

After all, it would be an easy matter, if the man again overstepped the bounds of gentle speech, to take him bodily away from Unorna's presence.
"And are you going to charm our ears with a story of your sufferings ?" Unorna asked, in a tone so cruel, that the Wanderer expected a quick outburst of anger from Kafka, in reply.

But he was disappointed in this.
The smile still lingered on the Moravian's face, when he answered, and his expressive voice, no longer choking with passion, grew very soft and musical.
"It is not mine to charm," he said.