CHAPTER XXV.
OSTERNO "Always gay; always gay!" laughed Steinmetz, rubbing his broad hands together and looking down into the face of Maggie, who was busy at the breakfast-table.
"Yes," answered the girl, glancing toward Paul, leaning against the window reading his letters.

"Yes, always gay.

Why not ?" Karl Steinmetz saw the glance.

It was one of the little daily incidents that one sees and half forgets.

He only half forgot it.
"Why not, indeed ?" he answered.