“Communication with whom?” I said, puzzled by his manner.
“With Clara,” he replied mysteriously. “With Clara’s soul! I told you how it happened to me on the evening of our meeting. How I was seized by a wild uncontrollable desire to see her and how she suddenly appeared in front of me, in a place where I never would have expected her. From that moment the same thing has happened to me many times. I’m not telling you that sometimes I forget Clara, but when the weather gets bad and the air gets damp and the atmosphere becomes dark, and I am seized by my melancholy, then I can think of nothing, nothing except Clara. All day, all night, nothing. And as I bring to mind all the events of our love, suddenly that longing comes over me to see her as she was on one occasion or another, and - you wo
