Echoes of the War

by J. M. Barrie

'Is that'—gleaming—'is that true?'

'It's gospel.'

'Heaven be praised!'

'Eh? None of that! I was a fool to tell you. But don't think you can take advantage of it. Pass the cake.'

'I daresay it's true we'll never meet again, Kenneth, but—but if we do, I wonder where it will be?'

'Not in this world.'

'There's no telling'—leering ingratiatingly—'It might be at Berlin.'

'Tod, if I ever get to Berlin, I believe I'll find you there waiting for me!'

'With a cup of tea for you in my hand.'

'Yes, and'—heartily—'very good tea too.'