“Do as the Romans don’t—if they’re Germans!”
“Richard—we had awful trouble at home sometimes to get you to dress in the evenings.”
He grinned. “Had you? I shouldn’t be surprised if you had it again.” After a pause, he enquired: “How long d’you want to stop here, Deb?”
“In Dorzheim? Don’t you like it?”
He considered a moment. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Lots of reasons. Can’t be bothered to think ’em all out.”
“We ought to stay a fortnight, now they’ve invited us, and we’ve come.”
“All right.”
Deb sat down on the bed. Immediately the great inflated pillow that acted as eiderdown almost submerged her in its rising billows. She struck them down passionately—