“And what if it be so?”
“Oh, nothing! But I wonder what can have driven him here.”
“Driven him here? His own choice, of course.”
Karl laughed.
“Nee, nee, Friedel, not quite.”
“I should advise you to let him and his affairs alone, unless you want a row with him. I would no more think of asking him than of cutting off my right hand.”
“Asking him—lieber Himmel! no; but one may wonder—It was a very queer thing his sending poor Sigmund off in that style. I wonder where he is.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he never tell you?”
“No.”