Without taking any notice of the other, he led Anna and me to a small inner room, where there was a desk and writing materials.
“Your name, if you will be good enough?”
“Wedderburn.”
“Your Vorname, though—your first name.”
“My Christian name—oh, May.”
“M—a—na! Perhaps you will be so good as to write it yourself, and the street and number of the house in which you live.”
I complied.
“Have you been here long?”
“Not quite a week.”