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And even at the risk of also having to live through a lot of nice things over again.
WEGRAT
Indeed, those are the hardest things to bear, once they have turned into memories.--You have been in Italy again?
JULIAN
Yes, in Italy too.
WEGRAT
It's a long time now since I was there. Since we made that walk together through the Ampezzo Valley,[5] with the pack on our backs--to Pieve, and then right on to Venice. Can you remember? The sun has never again shone as brightly as it did then.
[5] One of the main routes through the Dolomites, leading from Southern Tirol into Italy. It is in part identical with the route outlined by Albert in "Intermezzo," but parts from it at Cortina to run straight south.
JULIAN
That must have been almost thirty years ago.
WEGRAT
No, not quite. You were already pretty well known at the time. You had just finished your splendid picture of Irene Herms. It was the year before I married.
JULIAN
Yes, yes. (_Pause_)
WEGRAT
Do you still recall the summer morning when you went with me to Kirchau for the first time?
JULIAN
Of course.
WEGRAT
How the light buggy carried us through the wide, sun-steeped valley?
And do you remember the little garden at Hugelhang, where you became acquainted with Gabrielle and her parents?
FELIX (_with suppressed emotion_)
Father, is the house in which mother used to live still standing?
WEGRAT
No, it's gone long ago. They have built a villa on the spot. Five or six years ago, you know, we went there for the last time to visit the graves of your grandparents. Everything has been changed, except the cemetery.... (_To Julian_) Can you still remember that cool, cloudy afternoon, Julian, when we sat on the lower wall of the cemetery and had such a remarkable talk about the future?
JULIAN
I remember the day very clearly. But I have entirely forgotten what we were talking about.
WEGRAT
Just what we said has pa.s.sed out of my mind, too, but I can still remember what an extraordinary talk it was.... In some way the world seemed to open up more widely. And I felt something like envy toward you, as I often did in those days. There rose within me a feeling that I, too, could do anything--if I only wanted. There was so much to be seen and experienced--and the flow of life was irresistible. Nothing would be needed but a little more nerve, a little more self-a.s.surance, and then to plunge in. ... Yes, that was what I felt while you were talking. ... And then Gabrielle came toward us along the narrow road from the village, between the acacias. She carried her straw hat in her hand, and she nodded to me. And all my dreams of the future centered in her after that, and once more the whole world seemed fitted into a frame, and yet it was big and beautiful enough. ... Why does the color all of a sudden come back into those things? It was practically forgotten, all of it, and now, when she is dead, it comes to life again with a glow that almost scares me. ... Oh, it were better not to think of it at all. What's the use? What's the use? (_Pause; he goes to one of the windows_)
JULIAN (_struggling to overcome his embarra.s.sment_) It is both wise and brave of you to resume your regular activities so promptly.
WEGRAT
Oh, once you have made up your mind to go on living. ... There is nothing but work that can help you through this sense of being alone--of being _left_ alone.
JULIAN
It seems to me that your grief makes you a little unjust toward--much that is still yours.
WEGRAT
Unjust...? Oh, I didn't mean to. I hope you don't feel hurt, children ...! Felix, you understand me fully, don't you? There is so much, from the very beginning, that draws--that lures--that tears the young ones away from us. We have to struggle to keep our children almost from the very moment they arrive--and the struggle is a pretty hopeless one at that. But that's the way of life: they cannot possibly belong to us.
And as far as other people are concerned.... Even our friends come into our lives only as guests who rise from the table when they have eaten, and walk out. Like us, they have their own streets, their own affairs.
And it's quite natural it should be so.... Which doesn't prevent us from feeling pleased, Julian--sincerely pleased, when one of them finds his way back to us. Especially if it be one on whom we have put great store throughout life. You may be sure of that, Julian. (_They shake hands_) And as long as you remain in Vienna, I shall see you here quite often, I trust. It will give me genuine pleasure.
JULIAN
I'll be sure to come.
MAID (_enters_)
The carriage is here, Professor. (_She goes out_)
WEGRAT
I'm coming. (_To Julian_) You must have a lot to tell me. You were as good as lost. You understand it will interest me to hear all you have done--and still more what you intend to do. Felix told us the other day about some very interesting sketches you had showed him.
JULIAN
I'll go with you, if you care to have me.
WEGRAT
Thanks. But it would be still nicer of you to stay right here and take dinner with us.
JULIAN
Well ...
WEGRAT