Now it was to be his turn, the shackles of his drudgery no longer impeded him, and he, so Michael radiantly prophesied, was to have his rocket-like leap to the zenith, also.
"And he's German ?" she asked.
"Yes.

Wasn't he rude about my being a toy soldier?
But that's the natural German point of view, I suppose." Michael strolled to the fireplace.
"Hermann's so funny," he said.

"For days and weeks together you would think he was entirely English, and then a word slips from him like that, which shows he is entirely German.

He was like that in Munich, when the Emperor appeared and sent for me." Aunt Barbara drew her chair a little nearer the fire, and sat up.
"I want to hear about that," she said.
"But I've told you; he was tremendously friendly in a national manner." "And that seemed to you real ?" she asked.
Michael considered.
"I don't know that it did," he said.

"It all seemed to me rather feverish, I think." "And he asked quantities of questions, I think you said." "Hundreds.