“And then where do you go?”
“Probably to Munich.”
“With always that Molly?”
“I do not know whether they will go there or not. I believe they are going to Bayreuth and then to Berlin.”
He reflected for the space of half a block.
“I should really go to Leipsic,” he said at last.
“Then why don’t you go?” she retorted, more in answer to his tone than to his speech.
“I might perhaps go to Leipsic while you are in Constance,—perhaps.”
Heavy emphasis on the last “perhaps.”
“Oh, do!” she pleaded.