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Wilkinson, the embarrassment of going up to her and ask-
ing if it were she (and he might so easily address the wrong
person and be snubbed), and then the difficulty of knowing
whether in the train he ought to talk to her or whether he
could ignore her and read his book.
At last he left Heidelberg. For three months he had been
thinking of nothing but the future; and he went without re-
gret. He never knew that he had been happy there. Fraulein
Anna gave him a copy of Der Trompeter von Sackingen and
in return he presented her with a volume of William Morris.
Very wisely neither of them ever read the other’s present.

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