"For a moment. I have never run afoul the police. I thought perhaps we were all to be arrested."
"Well, and what then?"
"What then? Uncomfortable quarters in stone rooms. I preferred discretion to valor."
"Perhaps you did not care to have the police ask you questions?"
"What is all this about?" He pulled her toward him so that he could look into her eyes.
"What is the matter? Answer!"
"Are you not a spy from Jugendheit?" thinly.
He flung aside her hand. "So! The first doubt that enters your ear finds harbor there. A spy from Jugendheit; that is a police suggestion, and you believed it!"
"Do you deny it?" Gretchen was not cowed by his anger, which her own evenly matched.
"Yes," proudly, snatching his hat from his head and throwing it violently at her feet; "yes, I deny it. I am not a spy from any country; I have not sold the right to look any man in the eye."