“He didn’t turn up when I expected him.”
“I wish you’d keep him from drinking so much, Ellie. I’m getting worried about him.”
“I’m not his keeper.”
“I know, but you know what I mean.”
“What does our friend here think about all this wartalk?”
“I wont go.... A workingman has no country. I’m going to be American citizen.... I was in the marine once but....” He slapped his jerking bent forearm with one hand, and a deep laugh rattled in his throat.... “Twentee tree. Moi je suis anarchiste vous comprennez monsieur.”
“But then you cant be an American citizen.”
Congo shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh I love him, he’s wonderful,” whispered Ellen in Jimmy’s ear.
“You know why they have this here war.... So that workingmen all over wont make big revolution.... Too busy fighting. So Guillaume and Viviani and l’Empereur d’Autriche and Krupp and Rothschild and Morgan they say let’s have a war.... You know the first thing they do?