ten o'clock
I 've been reading your last darling letter again , so full of love , so full of thought for me , out in a corner of the Thiergarten this afternoon , and I see that while I 'm eagerly writing and writing to you , page after page of the things I want to tell you , I forget to tell you the things you want to know . I believe I never answer _ any _ of your questions ! It 's because I 'm so all right , so comfortable as far as my body goes , that I do n't remember to say so . I have heaps to eat , and it is very satisfying food , being German , and will make me grow sideways quite soon , I should think , for Frau Berg fills us up daily with dumplings , and I 'm certain they must end by somehow showing ; and I have n't had a single cold since I 've been here , so I 'm outgrowing them at last ; and I 'm not sitting up late reading , -- I could n't if I tried , for Wanda , the general servant , who is general also in her person rather than particular -- are n't I being funny -- comes at ten o'clock each night on her way to bed and takes away my lamp . `` Rules , '' said Frau Berg briefly , when I asked if it was n't a little early to leave me in the dark . `` And you are not left in the dark . Have I not provided a candle and matches for the chance infirmities of the night ? ''