'Yes. His name was Juchs,' she said. 'Kitty always did pronounce it Jewks. It wasn't the war. It wasn't camouflage. She thought it was the way. So did the other relations in England. That is when they pronounced it at all, which I should think wasn't ever.' 'You mean they called him Siegfried,' I said. Dolly stopped short in her picking to look at me in surprise. 'Siegfried?' she repeated, her arrested hands full of currants. 'That's another of the things I've guessed,' I said proudly. 'By sheer intelligently putting two and two together.' 'He wasn't Siegfried,' said Dolly. 'Not Siegfried?' It was my turn to stop picking and look surprised. 'And in your sleep--? And so affectionately--?' I said. 'Siegfried wasn't Juchs, he was Bretterstangel,' said Dolly. 'Did I say his name that day in my sleep? Dear Siegfried.' And her eyes, even while they rested on mine became softly reminiscent. 'But Dolly--if Siegfried wasn't your husband, ought you to have--well, do you think it was wise to be dreaming of him?' 'But he was my husband.' I stared. 'But you said your husband was Juchs,' I said. 'So he was,' said Dolly. 'He was? Then why--I'm fearfully slow, I know, but do tell me--if Juchs was your husband why wasn't he called Siegfried?' 'Because Siegfried's name was Bretterstangel. I _began_ with Siegfried.' There was a silence. We stood looking at each other, our hands full of currants. Then I said, 'Oh.' And after a moment I said, 'I see.' And after another moment I said, 'You _began_ with Siegfried.' I was greatly taken aback. The guesses which had been arranged so neatly in my mind were swept into confusion. 'What you've got to realise,' said Dolly, evidently with an effort, 'is that I kept on marrying Germans. I ought to have left off at Siegfried. I wish now I had. But one gets into a habit--' 'But,' I interrupted, my mouth I think rather open, 'you kept on--?' 'Yes,' said Dolly, holding herself very straight and defiantly, 'I did keep on, and that's what I want you to be quite clear about before we settle down to stay here indefinitely. Kitty can't stay if I won't. I do put my foot down sometimes, and I would about this. Poor darling--she feels desperately what I've done, and I try to help her to keep it quiet with ordinary people as much as I can--oh, I'm always letting little bits out! But I can't, I won't, not tell a friend who so wonderfully invites us--' '_You're_ not going to begin being grateful?' I interrupted quickly. 'You've no idea,' Dolly answered irrelevantly, her eyes wide with wonder at her past self, 'how difficult it is not to marry Germans once you've begun.' 'But--how many?' I got out. 'Oh, only two. It wasn't their number so much. It was their quality.' 'What--Junkers?' 'Junkers? Would you mind more if they had been? Do you mind very much anyhow?'