"Of course, of course, gladly."
"Then next Saturday afternoon at five. Morning dress."
Reimers laughed gaily.
"Since when have you taken to talking like a telegram, Güntz? Are words expensive in Berlin?"
"Expensive? Pooh! Cheap, cheap! A hundred thou-sand for a farthing," broke out the new arrival, with somewhat unaccountable fierceness. His open, friendly face suddenly darkened and took on a grim, bitter expression.
"Well," he said, as they parted, "we shall meet again, very often, I hope. So long, old chap!"
In fact, Reimers became a constant guest at the Güntzes'. He feared at times that he came too often.
"Güntz, old boy," he said, "tell me frankly, am I not a nuisance?"
"How so?" asked his host, sitting up in his easy chair.
"I am afraid I come too often."