"You may not unless you go. You're ready?"
Her grasp tightened on me and she did not answer.
"Bulich! Bulich!" came Glocken's voice again, more insistently.
"In a minute now," I called in reply.
"How shall I ever know what happens to you?"
"I'll tell you all about it myself in Rotterdam; we shall just laugh over it together."
"Laugh!" she echoed. "I shall never laugh again. I shan't be able to bear the suspense, Jack. I know I shan't. I shall come back."
"Well, give me a week's grace, before you do."
"I may come back then?" she asked, looking up quickly.
I knew that she would not be allowed to recross the frontier; but it seemed a case where the truth would do no good. "Yes," I said.