She burst into von Giesselin's office.
He was not there.

A clerk looking at her rather closely said that the Herr Oberst was packing, was going away.

Vivie scarcely took in the meaning of his German phrases.

She waited there, her eyes ablaze, feeling she must tell her former friend and protector what she thought of his people before she renounced any further relations with him.
Presently he entered, his usually rather florid face pale with intense sorrow or worry, his manner preoccupied.

She burst out: "_Have_ you seen the Red Placard they have just put up ?" "What about ?" he said wearily.
"The assassination by your Government of Edith Cavell, a crime for which England--yes, and America--will _never_ forgive you....