"Is David going out?"
"Some time."
"What's he in?"
"The Midland Fusiliers. If you want to see him again, Sonia——"
The door opened, and my uncle came in with his forehead wrinkled in annoyance.
"It's too late now," said Sonia, with a mixture of relief and regret in her voice. "And in any case I don't know what I should have said."
"You might have just shaken hands," I suggested, as I got up to return to my work.
She caught my arm and lowered her voice.
"George, why did he ever come out to Innspruck?"
"Because he had a good deal of affection for you," I said.