They are worse than our people." "Whatever is the best lie to tell," burst in Paul--"as we seem to live in an atmosphere of them--I must go to Thors; that is quite certain." "There is no must in the case," put in Steinmetz quietly, as a parenthesis.

"No man is compelled to throw himself in the way of infection.

But I know you will go, whatever I say." "I suppose I shall," admitted Paul.
"And Catrina will find you out at once." "Why ?" Steinmetz drew in his feet.

He leant forward and knocked his pipe on one of the logs that lay ready to light in the great open fire-place.
"Because she loves you," he said shortly.

"There is no coming the Moscow doctor over her, mien lieber." Paul laughed rather awkwardly.