"You think she hasn't got it?" Nan inquired.
"Oh, I haven't much doubt she's got it; but even if she wanted to repay you, she won't be allowed to send money out of Germany."
"Surely she'll be allowed to pay her debts?"
"Miss Greta would tell you, 'No trading allowed with the enemy.'" Sir William dismissed the matter with decision.
"You hear that, Julian? Not allowed to pay her debts!"
Nan's instinctive turning to Julian for sympathy and understanding was no more lost on Napier than Julian's comment, "There's no end to the little wickednesses of war as well as the great central one." He threw down the illustrated paper he'd been glancing at and took his hat. "Come along," he said to Nan under his breath. "Let's get out of this."
"Good-by." She held out her hand to Napier as he stood looking at the paper Sir William had given him. "I'm sure, if you aren't, Greta didn't know that horrid new rule."
"Good-by," was all Napier said.
"Of course she didn't know!" Julian atoned for the other's omission. "Come," he repeated impatiently, as Nan stood saying last things to Madge. "They're expecting us."
She started. "Expecting me too?"