When she felt it coming, the agony, she cried to him: "Don't think of it, Paul! Don't think of it, my darling!" And she pressed him to her breast, rocked him, soothed him like a child.

So he put the trouble aside for her sake, to take it up again immediately he was alone.

All the time, as he went about, he cried mechanically.

His mind and hands were busy.

He cried, he did not know why.