So saying he drew out his pocket Lavanzelle. "160th—Posen, 180th—Altona, 181st—Lippe, 182nd—Lautenburg ... Lautenburg ..."
"Well?"
He repeated, "Lautenburg."
"Do you know Lautenburg?" I said, struck by the tone of his voice.
"Yes," he replied gravely. "Are you sure of the number?"
"Of course," I replied rather sharply. "But what does it matter—Lautenburg or anywhere else!"
"Yes," he murmured, "what does it matter!"
I looked at him closely. It was quite easy, because, absorbed as he was, he had no thought for me at all.
"Vignerte," I said, "what's the trouble; you don't seem yourself—any bad news?"
But he had already recovered and shrugged his shoulders.