"Hello, Wolf!"
Wolfs small eyes roamed from my head to my feet and from my feet to my head before he spoke again:
"So you've decided to come back."
The grin that accompanied these words was partly nervous, but partly due to his pose of taking life as the kind of joke which he was man-of-the-world enough to appreciate.
"As you see," I responded, with a sickly grin on my own part.
In some lifeless manner we shook hands, after which I asked him to be seated.
On his taking off his hat I observed that during the three years and more since I had seen him last he had grown bald, while, with something of a pang, I wondered for the first time if I should find a change in Vio.
"Why didn't you come before?"
"I should have come if I could. As a matter of fact, I couldn't."
"Couldn't—why?"