"Why didn't you write to me long ago?"
"Well, I would … if you had got your Order sooner!"
He held her hand and kissed it.
"But you come to Vienna fairly often!"
"Oh, no."
He looked up.
"But you said something like that in your letter!"
She remembered then, and grew red.
"Well, yes … often … Monday was the last time I was here."
The waiter brought sardines and caviar, and left the room.