"What made you come?"
"I came to look for you."
"To look for me?"
"Yes. You don't mind, do you?"
"How did you know I should be here?"
"I didn't. It was the last place I tried. Do you know it's past nine o'clock? You must come in now."
"I—can't."
"Oh yes," he said, "you can. You're coming back with me."
He talked as he would to a frightened child, to one of his own children.
"I'm afraid to go back."