XXVIII
COURAGE
"Have some more chicken?"
"No, thanks: I am not hungry."
"But you should eat all the same!"
"Are you eating anything yourself?"
"Faith, I am not!"
"Well, then?"
In the private room of the Fat-Pheasant restaurant, where Juve and Fandor were dining, silence again fell. The two men sat motionless, gazing into space. They neither wished to eat food nor do anything at all. They were depressed to the last degree; they felt baffled: they were sick of every mortal thing!
All of a sudden, Fandor burst into tears. Juve, looking at his dear lad in such grief, bit his lip; his face with wrinkled brow wore a dejected, worried look.