"Why—; why, I wondered what you were doing. All that sort of thing. You know what I mean."
"Yes. I know. I did go into the army, Charlie. It was that sort of thing you meant, Charlie?"
He felt himself start.
"I was afraid you would do that;" he said involuntarily.
"Yes. I, too, was afraid."
Kurz's voice was low.
"You? Afraid?"
"Ach, Charlie!—You know it. The fear it was not for myself!"
He walked over to the window. He stood there looking down at the huge boxwood hedges looming in thick gray bulks up from the smudging reach of the heavily matted shadows.
He turned.