"You funked meeting me—in—war?"
"Ach!—God forbid!—That—I—should—meet—you—in—war—!"
"I too;" he said it quickly. "I too was afraid that I should come upon you. It haunted me—; that fear I might harm you. It stayed with me—; day and night. I shouldn't want to hurt you, Otto. I—I prayed." It came back to him how often he had prayed it. "I always prayed that it might never be you!"
"Yes—; I know."
He went and stood close beside Kurz. He found himself staring at Kurz intently.
"But you're here;—in England. I say, did they make you a prisoner? Could my people get parole for you?"
"No. I do not think they do that here in your country. I do—not—need—parole, Charlie."
"I thought perhaps—"
"No—!"
"But how did you get here, then?"