the same Romeo who, a moment before, had made the same little Juliet blush—was still more incomprehensible than the sudden change he underwent the other day. I wonder what he really is? He does not give me the impression of being an actor, on the contrary he seems so natural. All the same, I have a feeling that he is constantly acting, and it amuses him to bewilder me by playing first one and then another part.
Of course I told him who I was. I had also to keep my promise. I believe he was more than surprised, though he pretended it was not the case. He only said 'Indeed,' and looked rather curiously at me. I don't believe he thought I belonged to such a good family. And altogether I believe that throwing up my anonymity gave him something to think of. Shortly after he said, 'Then you know architect Glerup?'
'Yes, very well indeed, and so do you.'
'You know that?'
'Yes, Erik Glerup has often talked of you. You have a good friend in him and—an admirer.'
'Yes, Glerup is an enthusiast.'
I laughed.
He: 'Why do you laugh? At Glerup's enthusiasm for me?'
I: 'To tell the truth, yes—I must confess I am a little disappointed.'
Now one must not think that this disapproving remark affected Mr. Mörch. On the contrary he smiled most pleased, lifted his glass, winked to me,
