Mr. Herter was doing the decoration, and it was extraordinarily fine.
Somehow, Herter hoped to get across the frontier into Germany!
Still, the air was electric with suspense, and heavy with dread of some vague tragedy: disgrace for the hospital, ruin for Herter.
I inquired politely where Herter was, but Muller evaded that question.
I half expected him to pretend ingenuousness, and spring the tale of Dierdre's adventure with Herter on the company.
I have not contradicted the story you told Herter about our engagement.
Sœur Julie was bewildered for a second, but recovered herself to explain that Doctor Herter was eccentric and shy of strangers.
But Herter industriously chummed with him, and not for nothing.
Muller let it leak out that he left Herter—somewhere—a week ago.
Herter had put me wise beforehand, and I knew what to expect.