to Philip that there was something dreadful in that gathering which he had sat with so often; they looked different under the light of the two hanging lamps from what they had ever looked before; he was vaguely uneasy.  Once he caught Cacilie’s eye, and he thought she looked at him with hatred and contempt.  The room was stifling.  It was as though the beastly passion of that pair troubled them all; there was a feeling of Oriental depravity; a faint savour of joss-sticks, a mystery of hidden vices, seemed to make their breath heavy.  Philip could feel the beating of the arteries in his forehead.  He could not understand what strange emotion distracted him; he seemed to feel something infinitely attractive, and yet he was repelled and horrified.

For several days things went on.  The air was sickly with the unnatural passion which all felt about them, and the nerves of the little household seemed to grow exasperated.  Only Herr Sung remained unaffected; he was no less smiling, affable, and polite than he had been before:  one could not tell whether his manner was a triumph of civilisation or an expression of contempt on the part of the Oriental for the vanquished West.  Cacilie was flaunting and cynical.  At last even the Frau Professor could bear the position no longer.  Suddenly panic seized her; for Professor Erlin with brutal frankness had suggested the possible consequences of an intrigue which was now manifest to everyone, and she saw her good name in Heidelberg and the repute of her house ruined by a scandal which could not possibly be hidden.  For some reason, blinded perhaps by her interests, this possibility had never occurred to her; and now, her wits muddled by a terrible fear, she could hardly be prevented from turning the girl out of the house at once.  It was due to Anna’s good sense that a cautious letter was written to the uncle in Berlin suggesting that Cacilie should be taken away.

But having made up her mind to lose the two lodgers, the Frau Professor could not resist the satisfaction of giving rein to the ill-temper she had curbed so long.  She was free now to say anything she liked to Cacilie.

“I have written to your uncle, Cacilie, to take you away.  I cannot have you in my house any longer.”

Her little round eyes sparkled when she noticed the sudden whiteness of the girl’s face.

“You’re shameless.  Shameless,” she went on.

She called her foul names.

“What did you say to my uncle Heinrich, Frau Professor?” the girl asked, suddenly falling from her attitude of flaunting independence.

“Oh, he’ll tell you himself.  I expect to get a letter from him tomorrow.”

Next day, in order to make the humiliation more public, at supper she called down the table to Cacilie.

“I have had a letter from your uncle, Cacilie.  You are to pack your things tonight, and we will put you in the train tomorrow morning.  He will meet you himself in Berlin at the Central Bahnhof.”