You have small thoughts.

You are not great like we in Germany, not broad, not deep.

But we will talk later of these things.

I must tell you about our Kaiser." Norgate opened his lips and closed them again.
"Presently," he muttered.

"See you later on." He strolled to his coupe, tried in vain to read, walked up and down the length of the train, smoked a cigarette, and returned to his compartment to find Herr Selingman immersed in the study of many documents.
"Records of my customers and my transactions," the latter announced blandly.