“Yes, just as I sass old Landsmann.”
He grew serious. “Hadn’t you better be careful?”
“How?”
“About angering Landsmann?”
“I can’t help it. I hate him. I hate Germans. My ‘parents’ were German an’—”
“He may fire you too.”
“I don’t care.”
“But you don’t want to be forced to run about New York again, do you?”
Erna was about to break out, thinking of Jimmy, “I won’t have to,” but substituted staring at Nielsen. He was so fine, so human, so—
“Never mind, Erna! Let’s talk of something more cheerful.” Suddenly, it was his turn to look thoughtful. Before he was aware of himself, he commenced: “Erna!”