Frank Olson arrived at Frankfurt from the Hendon military airport in England and made the short drive west into Oberursel.
He had actually gone down to Hendon to offer himself as a husband to the breeches-maker's daughter.
However poor we are, Hendon, we need not lose our self-respect.
“Mark, old chap, the attack has begun;” and Hendon handed the letter to the former, who read it through.
I will not hear you speak like that, Hendon, my own darling brother!
“Yes, my dear; but Hendon will soon be in a position to provide comfortably for himself,” said the doctor blandly.
Why, Mark,” cried Hendon, “have you found out anything about your loss?
But if you will take me to Hendon I will never see him till I have papa's leave.
Be off for a bit, my boy,” said Hendon; “or—no; go on with your work.
He tells me that Housman is in London but has taken a house near Hendon and comes up every day.