Always come at night if you wish to see me, but do not come often; they might remark it." A rap on the door startled them.

Hans, a finger of warning on his lips, opened the door.

Carmichael stood outside.
"Ah, Captain!" Hans took Carmichael by the hand and drew him into the room.
Carmichael, observing Hermann, was rather confused as to what to do.
"Good evening, Hermann," he said.
"Good evening, Herr Carmichael." Hermann passed into the hail and softly closed the door after him.

It was better that the American should not see the emotion which still illumined his face.
"What's the good word, Captain ?" inquired Hans.
Carmichael put in a counter-query: "What was your brother doing here ?" "I have told him who I am." "Was it wise ?" "Hermann sleeps soundly; he will talk neither in his sleep nor in his waking hours.

He has forgiven me." "For what ?" thoughtlessly.
"The time for explanations has not yet come, Captain." "Pardon me, Grumbach; I was not thinking.