Clara came to see him.

Afterwards he said to his mother: "She makes me tired, mother." "Yes; I wish she wouldn't come," Mrs.Morel replied.
Another day Miriam came, but she seemed almost like a stranger to him.
"You know, I don't care about them, mother," he said.
"I'm afraid you don't, my son," she replied sadly.
It was given out everywhere that it was a bicycle accident.

Soon he was able to go to work again, but now there was a constant sickness and gnawing at his heart.

He went to Clara, but there seemed, as it were, nobody there.

He could not work.