But the girl shook her head.
"That sort of thing happens only in novels," she said. "But there is no reason I shouldn't tell you my name, if you want to know it. It is Millicent Field, and its possessor is very undistinguished—just a school-teacher—not at all in the same social circle as the Courtlandt Bryces."
Stewart colored a little.
"My name is Bradford Stewart," he said, "and I also am very undistinguished—just a surgeon on the staff at Johns Hopkins. Did you get to Vienna?"
"No; that was too far for us."
"There was a clinic there; I saw some wonderful things. These German surgeons certainly know their business."
Miss Field made a little grimace.
"Perhaps," she admitted. "But do you know the impression of Germany that I am taking home with me? It is that Germany is a country run solely in the interests of the male half of creation. Women are tolerated only because they are necessary in the scheme of things."
Stewart laughed.
"There was a book published a year or two ago," he said, "called 'Germany and the Germans.' Perhaps you read it?"