That evening the lovers went out over the fields. Clara leaned against him as they walked, and he held her closer and closer. Suddenly Paul's blood flamed up him. He caught her in his arms and kissed her again and again. But she was worried about catching train. They had only fourteen minutes to get to the station, they ran madly through the darkness. Away to the right they could see the lit-up train approaching. At last Clara fell into the train, completely out of breath. The whistle blew. She was gone.