“Tonight, I fear,” he confessed guiltily.
“You will write to me?”
“Oh, I shall be gone for only a day or two, a week at the most. But I’ll write anyway,” he read her face, “though you may have to be satisfied with a dictated family letter.”
“That’s better than silence.”
He could think of nothing to say, he the much heralded talker! Her rather heavy voice had given an intonation to the sentence which seemed to hold it in the air. “That’s better than silence.”
“It sounds like the ending of Hamlet,” he managed to be gay. “‘The rest is silence,’ you know. Goodby, child.”
“Aufwiederhören, mein guter Kamarade.”
“Aufwiederhören?” he repeated. “You shall hear from me if I have to send couriers!”
BOOK FOUR
Canaan
“Speak when you’re spoken to!” the Queen sharply interrupted her.