“Yes,” desperately.
“No, not if by a miracle I could change back.”
“Why? For heaven’s sake, why? Don’t be a fool, man.”
“Why?” without heat. “Do you really wish to know why?”
“Yes.”
Armstrong deliberated.
“You yourself are one reason, friend Harry.”
“I—I don’t understand.”
“Yes, you do. I’m not without observation. You yourself wouldn’t advise me to marry now.”
“Steve!”