“I wonder if I shall really never see you again,” he said, after a long interval.
“It is very unlikely that we shall ever meet again.”
“Very.”
In spite of herself her voice sounded dry.
“Where is your bank address?”
“Deutsches-Filiale, Munich, while I am in this part of the world. But why? Were you thinking of writing me weekly?”
“Oh, no,” he said hastily, “but I might send you a carte-postale sometimes, if you liked.”
She felt obliged to laugh.
“Would you send a colored one, or just one of the regular dix-centime kind,” she inquired with interest.