dreamer,
but a dreamer in broad daylight. Wake up, for Heaven's sake, wake up!"

"God knows! I live anything but a peaceful life; my sleep can be no
longer called sleep! Oh! if I could only sleep well and soundly for one
single night again! I always feel nervous and excited now; it seems to
me as if I were incessantly awake, and as if I never took off my
clothes day or night."

Instead of bestowing sympathy on Lenz, and striving in his depressed
mood to inspire him with fresh self-confidence, Annele endeavoured to
prove to Lenz, that though he failed, she could show him how to
succeed. If he accomplished a thing and could not resist calling out to
her, "Do you hear what a pure bell-like tone that is?" she would reply:
"I must tell you fairly, once for all, that I detest every kind of
musical clock. I heard that piece played in Baden-Baden, it sounded
very different there."

Lenz knew this already, and had even told Pilgrim so, but he felt much
hurt at the way in which Annele said it, for in this manner she
paralyzed all his powers for his business.

Annele, however, had a private fixed plan of her own in her head, and
she considered herself quite justified in trying to carry it through.
She felt that her best faculties were lying dormant, for she could not
employ them in her small household. She wanted to earn something, and
an Inn of her own was best adapted for that purpose.

She had formerly endeavoured to estrange Lenz from Pilgrim. Now she
made Pilgrim her confederate; he had said it was a pity that she was
not a landlady, for she would give a fresh impulse to the Lion, and
every one thought the same. Her object was, that Pilgrim should assist
in persuading Lenz to undertake the Lion inn; he might still pursue his
art--when she wished to be amiable she called it an art, but when in
bad humour a trade--either in the Lion, or on the Morgenhalde; indeed
the latter would be best, for he would be quieter there, and many a one
had his workshop further from his home, than the Morgenhalde was from
the Lion.

When Pilgrim came now, Annele said to him, graciously:--"Pray light
your pipe, I rather like the smell; I seem at home when people are
smoking around me."

"You are certainly not at home here," thought Pilgrim, but he took care
not to say so. Though Annele attacked Pilgrim on every side, she could
not obtain his co-operation, and Lenz was obstinate and impervious to
all flattery, and proof even against bursts