Marg: But I'm tolling you, no such present over Existed.
Clem: VI can't bring myself to imagine that it did. That's
letty for both of us, Margarette. But where did these
visions originate? These glowing passion-poems could
not have been inspired by your first husband. Besides,
he could neverciate you, as you yourself always say.
certainly not. That's way I brought suit for divorce.
Marg:
You know the story. I just couldn't bear living with
a man who had no other interest in life than eating and
drlnking and cotten.
I daresay. But that was three years ago. These peems
Clem:
were written later.
quite so, But consider the position in which I found
Marg:
myself--
What do you mean? You did'nt have to entire any depri¬
Clem:
vation? In this respect, you've got to confess, your
husband acted very decently toward you. You were not
under the necessity of earning your own living. And
suppose they did pay you One Hundred gulden for a poem--
they don’t pay more than that--still you were not bound
to write a book of this sort.
I did not refer to position in a material sense. It was
Marg:
the state of my soul. Have you a notion how--when you
came to know me, things were considerably improved.
I had in many ways found myself again. But in the
beginning; I was so friendless, so erushod! I tried my
hand at everything: Iattnted, I gave English lessons
in the Pension where I lived. Just think of it! A
divordeet, having nobody...
Clem: Why did'nt you stay in Vienna?
Marg: because I could'nt get along with my family. He one
appointed me. Oh, what people! Did any one of them
realise that a vonan of my type aske mere of life than
a husband, pretty dresses and social position? My Godg
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