But sometimes I have wondered if George would ever come back…. Perhaps,” she concluded quietly, “… perhaps that is why we all love him so much… it’s like loving someone who is brave and good and gentle that you know has got to die.”
For some time they walked on slowly down the moon-white road without further speech.
“I want you to know Carl, too,” she said. “He seems very cold and strange at first—but that is just his foreign way. He is really one of the loveliest, sweetest people that ever lived…. You know,” she said presently, “we are going to be married in October.”
“Yes, I know. Joel told me…. Will you live here—in this country?”
“No. I’m afraid not…. You see, Carl is in the diplomatic service, and they get moved around a great deal. They have to go where they get sent.”
“And where will you go first? Do you know?”
“Yes, I think they are sending him to Paris next.”
“Will you like that? Do you think you’ll like living in Paris?”
“Of course,” she said with her rich, warm, easy laugh. “I’m awfully easy to please—I like everything—I’m happy anywhere—wherever I am. Is that very bad of me?” she said with a kind and gently teasing smile.
“No, that’s very good of you…. Have you ever been to Paris?”
“Yes,” she cried in a rich, enthusiastic tone, “and I love it. I adore it. I studied music there. Mother and I lived there for two years before I came out.”
“But now you’ll have to learn Swedish and German and Italian and Spanish and Russian—all those languages—now that you’re getting married to a diplomat. Won’t you?”
“Yes,” she said with her sweet and careless laugh—“Everything! One must become a regular little walking Berlitz school of languages—only I shan’t mind very much: I’m very stupid, but my husband is so kind and clever I’m sure I’ll learn in spite of everything.”
“And you’ll live in Paris and Rome and London and Berlin—all those places? Won’t you?”
“Yes, darling,” she said in her warm, sweet tone that always had something maternal and tolerantly amused in its humour, “—and in Copenhagen and Stockholm and Bucharest and Madrid—even in Pogo Pogo or in China or Peru—wherever they choose to send us. We’ll be two international
