"Charlie—; Charlie!—ach!—will—you—not—then—wait?"
"Come, come, old Otto. You've got something to tell me. If you don't want to say how you got here, why, all right. Only, you'd best get it off your mind. Whatever it is you'd better come out and say what you came to say."
Kurz slid back into the chair again.
The room was still. Heavy with silence.
"Yes. I'll tell you—if I can. Charlie, it is hard to say."
He tried to help Kurz.
"It's about this war of ours; that's it, isn't it?"
"About the war? Yes—!"
"Then tell me."
He saw Kurz's massive shoulders jerking.