After five minutes, the young German officer again approached the girl and again asked her to dance. He met a second refusal and this time words ensued. The German seemed angry and two of his companions approached and pulled him away.
Frank had been a witness of this scene, as had Jack and Lord Hastings.
“The big bully!” said Frank half aloud. “Just because he wears a German uniform he thinks he owns the earth. I would like to teach him a lesson.”
“Don’t try it here,” said Lord Hastings quietly. “Remember where we are and the position we are in.”
“Oh, I won’t, sir,” replied Frank. “But I don’t like that fellow’s looks.”
“You don’t, eh?” said Jack. “Well, how about the pretty singer. I notice you have been looking that way quite often.”
Frank’s face grew red.
“She doesn’t look like a German to me,” he said.
“No, she doesn’t,” Jack agreed. “Still, she must be or she wouldn’t be here. Besides, she hasn’t a trace of accent.”
“Neither have you and you are not German,” declared Frank.