"The most famous man in Rangoon to-day," she said, smiling.
"So you have read that tommy-rot in the newspaper?"
They sat on her private balcony, under an awning. Rain was threatening. Martha laid aside her knitting and did her utmost to give her smile of welcome an air of graciousness.
"I shouldn't call it tommy-rot," Elsa declared. "It was not chance. It was pluck and foresight. Men who possess those two attributes get about everything worth having."
"There are exceptions," studying the ferrule of his cane.
"Is there really anything you want now and can't have?"
Martha looked at her charge in dread and wonder.
"There is the moon," he answered. "I have always wanted that. But there it hangs, just as far out of reach as ever."
"Two lumps?"
"None. My sugar-tooth is gone."