thinking me terrible, too -- what it is that makes us
wretched human creatures andure such misery, such martyr-
dom, when it lies in our own power to put an end to it at
any time.
Haus.
Heinrich!
Hein
If my mother did do what you say you know she did, she
was right, quite right.
Haus.
Heinrich!
Hein
That is my honest opinion.
Haus.
because you don’t understand, Heinrich -- because you
know nothing! She would have gone on living and reluring,
—22—
as long as the good God gave her life, - - she would have
lived for my sake and her own – here for these few hours
in the garden, so full of remembrances of our young days
and our happiness; but she is dead, and she died for you,
Heinrich, for you, for your sake!
Hein.
(Nore and more overcome)
For me, for my sake? But I can't understand, in the least --
for my sake – what do you mean?