His face
was very grave. He entered the house by a small side door and ascended
by a winding staircase directly to the room from which, an hour or two
earlier, he had carried the still unconscious Israel Kafka. Everything
was as he had left it, and he was glad to be certified that Unorna had
not disturbed the aged sleeper in his absence. Instead of going to her
at once he busied himself in making a few observations and in putting
in order certain of his instruments and appliances. Then at last he went
and found Unorna. She was walking up and down among the plants and he
saw at a glance that something had happened. Indeed the few words spoken
by the Wanderer had suggested to him the possibility of a crisis, and he
had purposely lingered in the inner apartment, in order to give her time
to recover her self-possession. She started slightly when he entered,
and her brows contracted, but she immediately guessed from his
expression that he was not in one of his aggressive moods.
"I have just rectified a mistake which might have had rather serious
consequences," he said, stopping before her and speaking earnestly and
quietly.
"A mistake?"
"We remembered everything, except that our wandering friend and Kafka
were very likely to meet, and that Kafka would in all probability refer
to his delightful journey to the south in my company."
"That is true!" exclaimed Unorna with an anxious glance.
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