“The Boss has reached the point where he is n’t sure what’s wrong and what’s right.”
“I am not afraid of that.” There was an implication of pride and of proprietorship in the words which shook Jem’s hard hold upon himself.
“Were you coming here, anyway?”
“Later.”
“Then I should have seen you.” He seemed to be puzzling out some inner problem.
“I had thought you would have been in the army.”
“So I should, if I had n’t been told that I’m a useless bit of wreckage.”
“Please! I know all about it. I have seen Mr. Galpin. Your war is here. If you had decided otherwise than you did I should—I should—”
“You’re trying to make it easy for me,” he accused. “I should have come back to find another Jem from the one I have learned to believe in.”
“To believe in, Marcia? How’s that?”