"You must be very happy to-day," he said.
"Happy! Why should I be happy?"
"Well, to be so near home."
"Oh, home!" She lifted her shoulder slightly. "New York is less my home than—" she stopped short.
"Than England?" he said.
"There's one thing, anyway," she said in her elusive way. "If I can't go back for a good while, neither can you."
He stared at her, a great hope contending with mystification.
"Do I understand," he forced himself to answer lightly, "that you refuse to let me return home without you?"
Her cheeks showed sudden color.
"The Germans refuse to let either of us go if what Greta has heard is so."