The unfortunate lover's letters were unanswered.

He left Germany, and heard after some weeks that his betrothed was married to a well-to-do jeweler, apparently without any great coercion.
This story was disentangled from letters, conversations, accounts of opinions in the form of monologues, interviews, visits, and descriptions of sea-voyages; all sufficiently commonplace.

But what excitement these daily effusions showed! What boundless happiness about kisses, what cries of anguish when the storm broke! Would it not be better to commit suicide and die together?
Was it possible that this quiet man with his apathetic calm could ever have been through these stormy times?
It did not seem credible, and Schrotter seemed conscious of the immense difference between the man who had written the book and the man who now read it.

His voice had a slightly ironical sound, and he parodied some of the scenes in reading them, by exaggerating the pathos.

But this could not last long.