Rosina forgave the yawn, or perhaps she had forgotten it.
“Do you really want to hear from me again?”
“Yes, really.”
“Shall you remember me after I am gone?”
“Natürlich.”
“For how long?”
At that he shrugged his shoulders. Down below they were making ready for the landing.
“Who can say?” he answered at last.
“At least, monsieur, you are frank.”
“I am always frank.”