Anna, you are rather sad--that isn't good.

One must live merrily, one must live merrily! I think that it is jolly even in hell, but in a different way.

It is two years since you have stopped growing, Philipp.

That isn't good." Philipp answers gruffly: "Grass also stops growing if a stone falls upon it." "What is still worse than that--worms begin to breed under the rock." Mariet says softly, sadly and entreatingly: "Don't you want me to call you Mariet ?" Haggart answers obstinately and sternly: "I don't.

If my name will be Mariet, I shall never kill that man.