"If we were alone," he replied, "I might court indiscretion so far as to tell you."
"Then we will leave the answer to that question until after dinner," she said.
She talked to her left-hand neighbour for a few moments, and Lutchester followed suit. They turned to one another again, however, at the first opportunity.
"I have conceived," she told him, "a great admiration for Mr. Oscar
Fischer."
"A very able man," Lutchester agreed.
"He is not only that," Pamela continued, "but he is a man with large principles and great ideas."
"Principles!" Lutchester murmured.
"Of course, you don't like him," Pamela went on, "and I don't wonder at it. He is thoroughly German, isn't he?"
"Almost prejudiced, I'm afraid," Lutchester assented.
"Don't be silly," Pamela protested. "Why, he's German by birth, and although you English people are much too pig-headed to see any good in an enemy, I think you must admit that the way they all hang together— Germans, I mean, all over the world—is perfectly wonderful."