He was carrying a little crumpled paper bag with a few fruit drops in one corner. His simplicity touched her. She took two with a hearty "thank you."
"Oh, there he is!" She ran to the door and softly opened it.
"Whence this sepulchral—" Denis began cheerfully.
"Hush!"
He raised his eyebrows.
"Bad little boy to be out at eleven o'clock, eh?" he whispered.
"Be quiet, chatterbox!"
"Goot night," said Herr Schmidt.
"Eh?" Denis looked surprised. "I hadn't seen you."
"Herr Schmidt has been keeping me company while I waited for you, Denis."