“Mother said you'd been up to see me a couple of times. I thought I'd come around.”
K. looked at his watch.
“What do you say to a walk?”
“Not out in the country. I'm not as muscular as you are. I'll go about town for a half-hour or so.”
Thus forestalled, K. found his subject hard to lead up to. But here again Joe met him more than halfway.
“Well, go on,” he said, when they found themselves in the park; “I don't suppose you were paying a call.”
“No.”
“I guess I know what you are going to say.”
“I'm not going to preach, if you're expecting that. Ordinarily, if a man insists on making a fool of himself, I let him alone.”
“Why make an exception of me?”