“You’re just as placid as ever....”
Brauws laughed:
“Outwardly, perhaps,” he said. “Inwardly, I’m anything but placid.”
“Have you been abroad much?”
“Yes.”
“What do you do?”
“Much ... and perhaps nothing. I am seeking....”
“What?”
“I can’t explain it in a few words. Perhaps later, when we’ve seen more of each other.”
“You’re the same queer chap that you always were. What are you seeking?”