Elizabeth stopped pouring the coffee into his cup and, forgetting where she was, exclaimed with trembling earnestness, “Oh, Mr. Bob, often now I think—what if you refuse that day to bring me from Berlin!”
Suddenly realizing her boldness, she checked herself, cast an apologetic glance toward General Gordon and slipped noiselessly from the room.
“I wonder at her devotion,” said Larry. “Where’s that husband of hers, General? Has she quite forgotten him?”
“No, but Karl was very harsh with her for befriending the Allies,” said General Gordon. “She feels uncertain of his kindness now, and, after him, we are the friends she most values.”
“Quite an honor,” remarked Larry.
“It’s a blind sort of devotion, but a very real one,” said General Gordon.
“I suppose Karl asks nothing better than to make friends with America now,” said Bob. “I dare say he’d make up with Elizabeth and be glad of the chance. I think he’s still a prisoner, Dad, unless he’s been lately exchanged.”
“I don’t care where he is, so long as it’s some distance away,” remarked the general. “By the way, Bob, did you know I have Cameron here with me? Quite like old times.”
“No, is he? Well, this is the Home Sector, as Larry said,” cried Bob, delighted. “How is the old trump? Has he quite recovered?”
“Oh, entirely. He’s a true soldier. Not even a German prison could down him long.”