"Marvellous!" said he, with a last laugh and a last yawn.
For a few moments I stood alone in the room. There were no servants about; they had given up waiting for us, and the lights were to burn at Artenberg till the hour of rising. I lit a cigarette and went out on the terrace again. I had no doubt that Wetter would keep his tryst. I was right; he was there.
"Well, how did you speed?" he asked with a smile.
"Marvellously well," said I.
He took hold of the lapels of my coat and looked at me curiously.
"Your love scene was short," he said.
"Perhaps. It was long enough."
"To define the situation."
"Did it need definition?"