He jumped up, ran his fingers through the imaginary mane of hair, and tramped up and down.
She came slowly back to life and consciousness, as the blood began to course more naturally through her veins.
The dear, noble boy! How unsuspecting he was! She could have almost shrieked with laughter. But she controlled herself and said: "You needn't disturb yourself, Konni. His friend is not likely to hear anything, and if he does he won't believe it. And even if he does believe it, he will take good care that ..."
She could not go on. The great guileless eyes frightened her.
"You think, then, he would ..."
He too hesitated, unable to find words in which to express the unspeakable.
She examined the buttons on her bodice and didn't answer.
"When is Herr Dehnicke coming home?" he asked.
"It is not certain. He is gone wife-hunting," she replied, with a little feeling of triumph at having said something that placed her miles outside the radius of any suspicion now or to come.
"Where is he at present?"