Instead of going forward and making myself known I allowed him to discover me. It was one more proof of my having changed that more than once his eye traveled over me without recognition. It must be remembered that I was no longer seedy; I was only different. It was not the degree but the kind that put him out of his reckoning. When in the end he selected me from the crowd it was rather as a possibility than as his very man. Coming forward with that inquiring, and yet doubtful, air which people take on when scarcely able to believe what they see, he halted with a bland, incredulous smile. "Well!" With feelings in no wise different from those of a man charged with a crime of which he knows himself guilty, I struggled to my feet: "Hello, Wolf!" Wolfs small eyes roamed from my head to my feet and from my feet to my head before he spoke again: "So you’ve decided to come back." The grin that accompanied these words was partly nervous, but partly due to his pose of taking life as the kind of joke which he was man-of-the-world enough to appreciate. "As you see," I responded, with a sickly grin on my own part. In some lifeless manner we shook hands, after which I asked him to be seated. On his taking off his hat I observed that during the three years and more since I had seen him last he had grown bald, while, with something of a pang, I wondered for the first time if I should find a change in Vio. "Why didn’t you come before?" "I should have come if I could. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t." "Couldn’t—why?" "Didn’t know where to go." "What’s that mean?" "Exactly what it says." "That you didn’t know where to—?" I tapped my forehead. "Had a—had a—shock—or something." His gleaming smile was saved from ferocity only by being inane. "Went dotty?" "If you like." "Great Scott! But why—why didn’t some one let us know?" "They couldn’t. I—I seem to have taken care of that. Perhaps I’d better—better tell you all about it, that is, as far as I know." He nodded, taking out his cigar-case and offering me a cigar. When I declined it he took one himself, bit off the end, lighted it, and in general carried himself as if my approaching confidences wouldn’t matter much. I resented this the less, knowing it to be his attitude toward every one and everything. All that I cared for was that he should be in a position to give a correct account to Violet, in case she insisted on hearing his report before seeing me. "You remember how I came to go over and join the American Ambulance Corps in France?" He said he did not remember it. "Well, I didn’t do it of my own accord. I—I loathed the idea. If we’d been in the war at the time of course I should have done anything I could; but we were not in the war. As a matter of fact, if Vio had only let me wait I could have been of more use in my own particular line." "You mean what we used to call the old-woman line." "If you choose to put it that way."