"Oh yes, I am; but I am tired to-night, and the idea of nine more ladies makes me feel—feel sleepy."
She stood under the lamp, holding the packet loosely by its string and smiling up to him. There were shadows in her eyes, he thought, where he was used to seeing two cheerful little lights shining, and a faint ruefulness in the smile.
"Well, if you are tired you must go to bed," he said, in such a matter of fact tone that they both laughed.
"No, I mustn't," said Anna; "I am on my way to Herr Dellwig at this very moment. He's in there," she said, with a motion of her head towards the dining-room door. "Tell me," she added, lowering her voice, "have you got a brick-kiln at Lohm?"
"A brick-kiln? No. Why do you want to know?"
"But why haven't you got a brick-kiln?"
"Because there is nothing to make bricks with. Lohm is almost entirely sand."
"He says there is splendid clay here in one part, and wants to build one."
"Who? Dellwig?"
"Sh—sh."