Bruce McKenzie, coming in, asked, "Where did you get them?"
"The elephants? Ulrich Stölle brought them. Do you know him?"
"Yes. But I didn't know that you did."
"His father makes toys. I lent him my white elephant, and he made these—"
She spoke without self-consciousness, and McKenzie's mind was on his own matters, so they swept away from the subject of Ulrich Stölle. "Emily," Bruce said, "I have my orders. Tomorrow at twelve I must leave for France."
She gazed at him stupidly. "Tomorrow—?"
"Yes."
"But—Jean—?"
"I haven't told her. I don't know how to tell her."
"You won't be here for the wedding—?"