“Thank you very much.”
Falkenberg said nothing.
“Well, you've only to ask, you know. Varsaagod” and she handed me the money I had asked for. “And what about you?”
“Nothing, thank you all the same,” answered Falkenberg.
Heavens, how I had lost again—fallen to earth again! And Falkenberg, that shameless imposter, who sat there playing the man of property who didn't need anything in advance. I would tear my clothes off him that very night, and leave him naked.
Only, of course, I did nothing of the sort.
XVII
And two days went by.