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 pointed it out and in a way adopted it with his artist's authority.

"Just look how delicately it stands there; it is a pure Van der Neer."

"Oh, one sees beautiful light effects here," I remarked. "The other day we saw 'a real Poussin' out in Saxonian Switzerland."

Minna bit her lip. Stephensen, who could not have had any notion of the reference, felt that I mocked at artists' expressions.

"Yes, I quite believe it. One comes upon subjects at every turn. But, nous voilà, I live at Hotel Weber, and will take my leave. Perhaps I have already intruded."

We assured him, of course, to the contrary, and he disappeared with quick steps which made a crunching sound upon the gravel.

In silence we walked homewards. Near the post office there was a crowd of yellow carriages making their way home like bees to their hives, and every moment a horn-signal resounded.

I silently cursed all letter-writing and the whole postal system.