He wanted to answer: "Because you upset me so"; but he just shrugged his shoulders.
He bent, and put his lips to her forehead; but as he took them away she threw her head back, pressed her mouth to his, and clung to him.
He sat down suddenly and said:
"Don't! I don't want to feel a brute."
She laughed. "You are a funny boy, but you are veree good. Talk to me a little, then. No one talks to me. I would much rather talk, anyway. Tell me, haf you seen many German prisoners?"
He sighed—from relief, or was it from regret?
"A good many."
"Any from the Rhine?"
"Yes, I think so."