Abstract
She: Why do I never see you, my dear friend? I am worried about you … a whole week has gone by. If I had not been told that you are in good health I should suppose that you are ill … Oh dear, what can be the matter with you? You have no business in hand, and you can have no troubles. For if you had, I flatter myself that you would have come straight away to confide in me. Can it be that you are ill? Adieu, my good friend; and may my adieu bring me a good-morning