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I changed my mind after coming out here.

[Surprised.] Really? Changed your mind?

[Crocheting; without looking up.] Your aunt will live here, in her own house, Erhart.

[Looking from one to the other alternately.] Here, with us? With us? Is this true, Aunt?

Yes, that is what I have made up my mind to do.

[As before.] Everything here belongs to your aunt, you know.

I intend to remain here, Erhart—just now—for the present. I shall set up a little establishment of my own, over in the bailiff's wing.

Ah, that's a good idea. There are plenty of rooms there. [With sudden vivacity.] But, by-the-bye, Aunt—aren't you very tired after your journey?

Oh yes, rather tired.