"It's out."
"Too bad you didn't have it out at once." Mrs. Balfame hastily encased herself in her bath robe and sat down. "I'll take my dinner upstairs—why—what is it?"
"I want to go home."
"Home?"
"To Germany."
"But, of course you can't. There are a lot of German reservists in the country who would like to go home and fight, but they can't get past the British."
"Some have. I could."
"How? That is quite interesting."
"I not tell. But I want to go."
"Then go, by all means. But please wait a day or two until I get another girl."