Sipping my wine, I looked doubtfully from one to the other.
"The King," observed Wetter to Varvilliers, "would be interested in hearing a rehearsal of the song."
"But," said I, "Krak comes to-night, and I daren't look as if I'd sat up beyond my hour."
Wetter laid his finger on my arm.
"One more night," he said. Varvilliers laughed. "I have the same old servant. He's very discreet!"
"But you'll put it in the Vorwärts!"
"No, no, not if the meeting-place is my own house."
"I'll do it!" I cried. "Come, let's have a carriage."
"Mine waits," said Varvilliers, "at your disposal. I'll see about it," and off he ran. Wetter turned to me.