half past
seven
They stood in the public street , where the bushes that grew on both sides of it were already in bud and the elder was swelling with the first sap , and clung to each other . `` Come back quite well , '' she sobbed . And he kissed her tenderly on her cheek : `` Frida , I really have to thank you . '' When Frida went to business next morning -- it was half past seven -- she said to her mother : `` Now he 's gone , '' and she remained thoughtful the whole day . She had not spoken to Wolfgang for many weeks and she had not minded it at all during the time but since the evening before she had felt sad . She had thought much of him , she could not forget him at all . Käte was alone with her son .