"Thank heaven," Niebeldingk laughed, "I see that she's well taken care of."
He made up his mind to see her within the next hour.
Fritz who had only come because he needed to overflow to some one with the joy of life that was in him, soon started to go.
At the door he turned and said timidly and with downcast eyes.
"I have one request to make——"
"Fire away, Fritz! How much?"
"Oh, I don't need money … I'd like to have the address of your florist …I'd like to send to the dear lady a bunch of the … the Indian lilies."
"What? Are you mad?" Niebeldingk cried.
"Why do you ask that?" Fritz was hurt. "May I not also send that symbol to a lady whose purity and loftiness of soul I reverence. I suppose I'm old enough!"
"I see. You're quite right. Forgive me." Niebeldingk bit his lips and gave the lad the address.