“Ah!” he cooed, encouraged at once.
She squelched his hopes. “My sister and her husband are here, however.”
This astounded him so that he spoke in two languages at once: “Your schwister! Since how long do you have a sester? And where did you get?”
“I have always had her, but we haven’t seen each other for years.”
He gasped, “Was Sie nicht sagen!”
“And if you wouldn’t mind not talking German––”
“Recht so. Excuse. Do I come in––no?”
She stepped back, and he went into the drawing-room. He smiled at what he saw, and was polite, if cynical.
“You rent foornished?”