“Thank you very much.”
Falkenberg said nothing.
“Well, you've only to ask, you know. _Varsaagod_” and she handed me the
money I had asked for. “And what about you?”
“Nothing, thank you all the same,” answered Falkenberg.
Heavens, how I had lost again--fallen to earth again! And Falkenberg,
that shameless imposter, who sat there playing the man of property who
didn't need anything in advance. I would tear my clothes off him that
very night, and leave him naked.
Only, of course, I did nothing of the sort.