"Only the shark with his fir bough behaves more calmly today, and even
Rollo pretends to be reticent and does not put his paws on my
shoulders. What is the matter with you, Rollo?"
Rollo rubbed past his master and wagged his tail.
"He is not exactly satisfied; either it is with me or with others.
Well, I'll assume, with me. At all events let us go in." He entered
his room and as he sat down on the sofa asked Effi to take a seat
beside him. "It was so fine in Berlin, beyond expectation, but in the
midst of all my pleasure I always felt a longing to be back. And how
well you look! A little bit pale and also a little bit changed, but it
is all becoming to you."
Effi turned red.
"And now you even turn red. But it is as I tell you. You used to have
something of the spoiled child about you; now all of a sudden you look
like a wife."
"I like to hear that, Geert, but I think you are just saying it."
"No, no, you can credit yourself with it, if it is something
creditable."
"I should say it is."
"Now guess who sent you his regards."
"That is not hard, Geert. Besides, we wives, for I can count myself
one since you are back"--and she reached out her hand and laughed--"we
wives guess easily. We are not so obtuse as you."
"Well, who was it?"
"Why, Cousin von Briest, of course. He is the only person I know in
Berlin, not counting my aunts, whom you no doubt failed to look up,
and who are far too envious to send me their regards.
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