“You look pretty bad, Kühler. Anything wrong?”
“Much as usual. How are you? What’ll you drink?”
“Kümmel’s mine,” she said.
He ordered two Kümmels.
“I’m all right. How are you?”
“I’ve told you how I am,” he said testily.
“All right, all right!” she said, “I haven’t been here for a long time. I wish you’d come and see me, Kühler. We never did get on, but I’d like to have a talk about old times.”
“Old times!” he said. “It seems only yesterday.”
“It’s nearly a year since I saw you. Logan came back, you know. Mr. Tysoe was so good. He kept on the house for me. Wasn’t it good of him?”