“Well, I hear you are to start to-morrow. I only learned it this noon,” said Borgert, shaking hands with him.
“Yes; I am not at all charmed with the prospect of this trip, for I had made no arrangements for it; but you know how it is. It is always only at the last moment we receive orders of that kind, often barely leaving us time enough to reach the train.”
“Nevertheless, I envy you your trip. As for me, there is a less agreeable one awaiting me.”
“What, you are also planning a journey?”
“It is not a matter of choice with me; I simply have to.”
“And where are you going?”
“Home, starting to-morrow afternoon.”
“Ah, I see. Well, I wish you luck.”
“Thanks. By the way, could you lend me a trunk? I should like to take a number of things with me home, and my own trunk is too small.”
“Why, certainly; my servant will bring you down the large trunk. I suppose that will answer your purpose?”