“I think so too; if you’ll just unswathe me, please.”
He extricated her, and they made the tour of the deck three times.
“Do you get off at Plymouth?” he asked, when they finally came to a standstill beside their own chairs again.
“No, at Cherbourg.”
“And then Paris?”
“Naturally.”
“And then?”
“Anywhere I want to.”
“I’m going to Hamburg and then to Berlin; with me it’s a case of business first and pleasure afterwards.”
“Berlin’s a nice place,” she said thoughtfully; “I’ve been there twice.”