But how can I get accustomed to the thought that perhaps I shan't see Hermann again?
I must get accustomed to it: I've got to live with it, and not quarrel with it." He took up her hand, enclosing it in his.
"But, one doesn't quarrel with the big things of life," he said.

"Isn't it so?
We haven't any quarrel with things like death and duty.

Dear me, I'm afraid I'm preaching." "Preach, then," she said.
"Well, it's just that.

We don't quarrel with them: they manage themselves.

Hermann's going managed itself.