coming out of the clouds near the castle, and because of its inmost
neighbourship the heavy castle grows darker, and the light in its
window seems redder and darker.

"Good night, Mariet," says the girl who sat alone, and then she goes
off.

"Let us also go; it is getting cold," say the other two, rising.
"Good night, Mariet."

"Good night."

"Why are you alone, Mariet? Why are you alone, Mariet, in the
daytime and at night, on week days and on merry holidays? Do you
love to think of your betrothed?"

"Yes, I do. I love to think of Philipp."

The girl laughs.

"But you don't want to see him. When he goes out to sea, you look
at the sea for hours; when he comes back--you are not there. Where
are you hiding yourself?"

"I love to think of Philipp."

"Like a blind man he gropes among the houses, forever calling:
'Mariet! Mariet! Have you not seen Mariet?'"

They go off laughing and repeating: