"Oh, all right, I think. If not----Well, we shall see."
For a while the friends were silent; then Güntz was about to speak, when Reimers interrupted him.
"But I must ask you, above all things, how is your wife, and where is she now?"
Güntz looked at him smiling. "She is very well, thanks, and is at the moment with her brother, a parson in Thuringia. But you don't ask after my boy!"
"What? Have you got one?"
"Rather! A fat little cub, as round as a bullet. Ten weeks old. You must help us christen him."
"Güntz, you should have told me."
"Told you what, my son?"
"That you were a father."
"Why, there was time enough. Anyhow, it was in the Weekly Military. So it is your own fault if you didn't know. But will you be godfather?"