We shook hands, and she went away.
The lamp still burning, the room cold, the stove extinct. Eugen seated motionless near it.
“Eugen, art thou asleep?”
“I asleep, my dear boy! Well, how was it?”
“Eugen, I wish you had been there.”
“Why?” He roused himself with an effort and looked at me. His brow was clouded, his eyes too.
“Because you would have enjoyed it. I did. I saw Miss Wedderburn, and spoke to her. She looked lovely.”
“In that case it would have been odd indeed if you had not enjoyed yourself.”
“You are inexplicable.”