“I have some very small paper,” he said at last, “I can use that; I use it to write my family on.”
She almost laughed.
“That will be all right,” she said, “and I will answer on my correspondence-cards. They only hold half a dozen lines, and they have my monogram on them and are really very pretty.”
“You can write on the back too,” he suggested.
“I shan’t have any more to say than will go easily on the front, though.”
“And I shall see you next in August in Munich?”
“Espérons!” with a smile.
He stood up suddenly.
“Let us walk to the Garten,” he suggested; “it is good to walk after dinner a little.”
She rose too, very willingly, and they went towards the bridge that connects the Insel with the mainland.