"Unless you make him come he will send no message." "Then let me come myself--I am perfectly well--" "Hush--no!" she answered hurriedly.

"Do as I say--it will be best for you--and for me.

Good-bye." "Your word is my law," said Kafka, drawing back.

His eyes were bright and his thin cheek was flushed.

It was long since she had spoken so kindly to him.