“Heard from Selaka? How? When?”
“Through the post—how else? I wrote to him.”
Reineke sat dumfounded and stared at her. He believed the courage of woman in managing the affairs of stricken man went far; but this utterly surpassed the limitations he allowed it.
“You wrote to him,” he murmured.
“Certainly, it was high time some sane person undertook the task of reasoning with him, and convincing him of his folly.”
“And might I ask how you applied yourself to this task? upon what grounds you based your arguments?”
“Well, I told him you are no more a Turk than I am.”
Gustav exploded hilariously.
“Why, you know you are not. You are just as Greek as you can very well be,—far more so than he is, you bet.”
“Well?”