"The Undying Past" has in it all of the complex psychology that Sudermann takes such delight in bringing out in his plays, but the difference here is that all the introspections and the causes that lie far beneath the facts which form the plot of the story are written out at merciless length, instead of being indicated by a passing sentence, a word, a gesture, or the mere force of a powerful stage personality, backed by intelligent comprehension of the character to be portrayed. The result is odd, as what one realizes might carry absolute conviction on the stage, becomes strangely unreal and unconvincing in a novel.
rwise than delighted?" Kletzingk responded. "With him I lost half myself."
"Ah, to be sure. And, do tell me, Leo and you--the old intimacy exists still?"
"Still, madame, and I hope and trust that it will continue to exist in defiance of anything the world may choose to say."
His eyes rested steadily on her face, while she turned to study a fly-paper with interest.
The two young cuirassier officers rushed in to announce that the train was in sight. When they saw the baron they appeared suddenly abashed. They waited awkwardly till he offered them his hand, and then seized it with somewhat excessive warmth. But Kletzingk was far from paying heed to their manners. It was with an effort that he roused himself sufficiently to bid the old lady and gentleman a courteous farewell.
"I hope Sellenthin will speak to us," called Frau von Stolt after him.
He did not hear. With his long stork-like steps he hurried on to the platform. His breast heaved, and the veins started out in k