"For me it is different.

You have never heard that of Paul." "No," she answered slowly; "and it is quite right.

His life--it is different for him.

How--how is Paul ?" "He is well, thank you." Steinmetz glanced down at her.

She was looking across the plains beyond the boundless pine forests that lay between Thors and the Volga.
"Quite well," he went on, kindly enough.