“You do expect to see him in Zurich,” he declared.
“But I told you that I didn’t.”
He laughed harshly.
“I know; but you betrayed yourself so nicely.”
“How?”
“Just now, when I say where do you go from Constance, you quite forget your part, and you say, ‘I do not know where we shall go next.’ Yes, that is what you say, ‘We—we!’”
“And if I did.”
“But of a surety you did; and I must laugh in my interior when I hear your words.”
“Oh,” she exclaimed quickly, “you must not say that you laughed in your interior, it isn’t good English.”
“Where must I laugh within myself?”