She was looking around the room. "And this is where all those great
things are done?"
"Um--well this is where we make attempts at things."
He was not quite through, and Ernestine sat down by the window to wait
for him. It seemed surprising, somehow, that it should be such a simple
looking room. Karl was doing something with some tubes, writing something
on a chart-like thing. Something in the expression of his face as he bent
over the work carried her back to other days.
"Karl," she said abruptly, "why don't you and I have any quarrels about
which is greater--science or art?"
He looked up at her in such absolute astonishment that she laughed.
"Liebchen," he said, "don't you think that would be going a long way out
of our road to hunt a quarrel? Now I can think up much better subjects
for a quarrel than that. For instance: Do I love you more than you love
me, or do you love me more than I love you? Your subject makes me think
of our old debating society. We used to get up and argue in thunderous
tones something about which was worse--fire or water!"
"But Karl--it isn't logical that you and I should love each other this
way!"
He pushed back his work and turned squarely around to her.
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