Are you not back again sooner than you expected ?" Norgate nodded.
"Very much sooner," he admitted.

"I came in for some unexpected leave, which I haven't the slightest intention of spending abroad, so here I am." "Not, apparently, in love with Berlin," the lady, whose name was Mrs.
Paston Benedek, remarked.
Norgate's air of complete candour was very well assumed.
"I shall never be a success as a diplomatist," he confessed.

"When I dislike a place or a person, every one knows it.

I hated Berlin.

I hate the thought of going back again." The woman by his side smiled enigmatically.
"Perhaps," she murmured, "you may get an exchange." "Perhaps," Norgate assented.