room. She had made up her mind to smile at once, to come up to him with a smile, so that the expression of her face might put her poor brother at his ease. And so she smiled as she entered, looking for him with kindly eyes, as though there were nothing at all out of the common.
But her smile seemed to freeze on her lips when she saw him sitting huddled in a corner of the room, in a flannel shirt and an old pair of trousers, with his long hair hanging unkempt. Nevertheless she controlled herself and said, in as natural a tone as she could command:
"Good-morning, Ernst. I've come to see how you are."
He looked at her suspiciously from his corner and asked:
"Why?"
"Because I heard that you were not well. So I thought I would see how you were getting on.
"I'm not ill," he said, in a low voice.
"Why are you sitting in that corner, Ernst? Are you comfortable there?"
"Ssh!" he said. "They're asleep. Don't speak too loud."
"No. But I may talk quietly, mayn't I, Ernst? . . . Can't you get up from your chair? For there's no room there to sit beside you. Come, dear, won't you get up?"
