Chapter 46

"I've told you No, and that I am playing square with you!" She grasped the fact that Franky had suffered, by the grunt of relief with which he loosed her hands. "And so it's settled I go to Berlin about the middle of--September, say?" "Wow-wow! It's us for the gay life! Just when the beastly hole's as dusty as the Sahara and as hot as hell!" "You won't be in the beastly hole, and perhaps I needn't go before the beginning of October. You can go down to Brakehills and slay away at the pheasants, and run over whe…