“Not you?”
“No, not I. Do you cycle?”
“Sometimes.”
“Have you a motor-car?”
“No.”
“That’s a pity. I should like to have a motor. But I can’t afford one of those sewing-machines.”
Brauws roared with laughter:
“Why don’t you start saving up for one?”
“No, old chap, no....”
“I say, do you know what’s a funny thing? While you were living in Brussels, I too was living just outside Brussels.”