They went to the same restaurant as the night before. He talked quietly, until they had drunk too much, and Bertha was not mentioned.
“And what of Bertha?” she asked finally.
“Never mind about Bertha.”
“Is she extinct?”
“No. She threatens an entirely new sort of eruption.”
“Oh. In what way new⸺?”
“It doesn’t matter. It won’t come our way.”
“Are you going there to-morrow?”
“I suppose I must. But I shall not make many more visits of⸺”
“What’s that?”