He glanced sideways at the decanter: "I am all right," he said.
She had not yet lifted her eyes; she continued to knit while speaking:
"First of all," she said, "I shall place your testimony and my report in the hands of my superior, Mr. Vaux. Does that meet with your approval?"
"Yes."
She knitted in silence a few moments. He kept his eyes on her. Presently—and still without looking up—she said: "Are you within the draft age?"
"No. I am thirty-two."
"Will you volunteer?"
"No."
"Would you tell me why?"
"Yes, I'll tell you why. I shall not volunteer because of my habits."