“No. I wish I had.”
“I don’t know. Having a sister like Lin is enough to put a man off women for life.”
“She has always been very charming to me.”
Kurt snorted.
Another day he growled out:
“Linda says you are like Schiller. You’d better look out. She said the last young feller was like Mozart.”
“I’ve never seen a picture of Mozart,” replied René.
“Silly sort of face.”
That very day Linda outmaneuvered Kurt. As a rule he walked with René to the gates of Galt’s Park, but now, believing his sister to be safely out of the way, and also wishing to change the tire of his motorcycle, he let René depart alone, and René was not gone above a hundred yards when he encountered Linda. He bowed, removed his hat, and was for making on, when she stopped.