He brightened up. “I’m awfully glad you do think me right in the end,” he said. “But I’m a bit sorry for Fräulein. She’d have had to go soon, anyhow—when the children got a bit older. She’ll get a berth, I expect.”
“No doubt,” said I. “And I’ll congratulate you even in private, Charley.”
“You’re a decent old chap, but you’ve got a queer temper. I don’t above half understand you, Treg.” He hesitated a little. “I say, you might go and have a talk with Fräulein some day. She likes you, you know.”
“Does she?” The eager words leapt from my lips before I could stop them.
“Rather! Will you go?”
“Yes. I’ll have a talk with Fräulein.”
“Before she goes?”
“She’ll go soon?”
“I think so.”
“Yes, before she goes, Charley.”