“It is an awful storm, is it not?” I suggested next.
“Was an awful storm, nicht wahr? Yes. And how very strange that you and I, of all people, should have met here, of all places. How did you get here?”
“I had been to church.”
“So! I had not.”
“How did you come here?” I ventured to ask.
“Yes—you may well ask; but first—you have been in England, have you not?”
“Yes, and am going back again.”
“Well—I came here yesterday from Berlin. When the war was over—”
“Ah, you were in the war?” I gasped.