IV.
He was awake at seven with the valet de chambre shaking his shoulders. The sun was waving gold, green and white flags on the Wildstrubel as he fumbled clumsily for his razor. The great fiasco of the night before drifted over him, and he could hear even the great blackbirds cawing, “You went away too far,” on the white balcony outside.
Desperately he considered telephoning her, wondering if he could explain to a girl still plunged in drowsiness what he would have had trouble in explaining in person. But it was already time to go; he drove off in a crowded sleigh with other faces wan in the white morning.
They were passing the crisp pale green rink where Wiener waltzes blared all day and the blazing colors of many schools flashed against pale blue skies. Then there was the station ful
