28/60 But I don't want to beat about the bush: there is so much to be said and explained, and all this time I am very anxious about my mother. She is in the hall outside--feels a little faint I think with shock--might she--might I ?"-- "But my dear Miss-- ?" "Miss Warren--" "My dear Miss Warren, of course. We are enemies--pour le moment--but we Germans are not monsters. ("What about those peasants' stories ?" said Vivie to herself.) Your lady mother must come in here and take that fauteuil. Then we can talk better at our ease." Vivie got up and brought her mother in. |