The frown stayed over his eyes.
"We were bound to come together again, old Otto. You and I were pretty good pals back there at your university. What a time we two had together! And old Mutter Schwegel! How old Mutter Schwegel fussed over us! How she took care of us! It all seems like yesterday—!"
Kurz got out of his chair.
"Old Mutter Schwegel—;" he muttered.
"Dear old Mutter Schwegel!"
Kurz's eyes stole away from his face.
"Later—I shall tell you of Mutter Schwegel too."
"And the talks we used to have—! The nightlong talks. We settled the affairs of the world nicely in those days. Didn't we, old Otto?"
"The—affairs—of—the—world—"
"And old Mutter Schwegel coming in to put out the light. And then standing there to hear what we had to say of life and of death."