"Not that I know of. Come and have your tea."
He took a cup from her hand, and leaning against the chimney surveyed the room with a radiant face. Then he stooped over her and said:—
"I love this little room! Don't you?"
She made a restless movement.
"I don't know. Why do you love it?"
"As if you didn't know!" Their eyes met, his intense and passionate,—hers, less easy to read. "Darling, I have some other news for you. I think you'll like it—though it'll separate us for a little."
And drawing a letter from his pocket, he handed it to her. It was a letter from the American Headquarters, offering him immediate work in the American Intelligence Department at Coblentz.
"Some friends of mine there, seem to have been getting busy about me. You see I know German pretty well."
And he explained to her that as a boy he had spent a year in Germany before going to Yale. She scarcely listened, so absorbed was she in the official letter.
"When must you go?" she said at last, looking up.