married?â
âEthel?â Jeffrey said. âYes, sheâs married. Theyâre living in West Springfield.â
He did not know why he added where they were living, except that his mind was running that way.
âShe was a very lovely girl,â Walter said. âShe must still be a very lovely person. What became of Alf?â
âIn California, the last I heard of him,â Jeffrey said. âSan Bernardino, California.â
âAlf always struck me,â Walter said, âas being kind of wild. Is Alf still that way?â
âYes,â Jeffrey said, âheâs still that way.â Walter was still exploring the past. Jeffrey wished that he would stop, but there was no way to stop him.
âJeff,â he said, âwhat happened to that girl you used to go with? Of course, I was just a kid, but we used to see you out walking.â
âWhat girl?â Jeffrey asked, but he did not need to ask. He was thinking of the hideous indelicacy of the way Walter put it.
âYou know,â Walter said, âLouella Barnes, the one with the big bow on the back of her head. You know.â
âOh,â Jeffrey said, âLouella Barnes. Sheâs married.â
âWhoâd she marry?â Walter asked.
âMilt Rolfe.â
âJesus,â Walter said, âMilt Rolfe.â And there was another silence. âI always thought,â Walter added, âshe was a very lovely person.â
Jeffrey pushed himself out of his chair. Walter was like a book which contained everything in the first chapterâthere might be more pages, but the first chapter was all you needed.
âDonât go,â Walter said, âplease donât.â
âIâve got to,â Jeffrey answered, âitâs getting close to five oâclock.â
âI wish you wouldnât,â Walter said. âThis has pulled me all together. Say, Jeffââ
âWhat?â Jeffrey asked him.
âI wish youâd stick around,â Walter said. âMildred will be coming back. Say, Jeff, Iâve been reading the damnedest book. I wonder if youâve read it.â
âWhat book?â Jeffrey asked. He was putting on his coat.
â War and Peace ,â Walter said. âHave you ever read it?â
âYes,â Jeffrey said, âIâve read it.â
Walter looked disappointed, but he went right on.
âI just happened to run into it,â he said, âat Liggettâs Drug Storeâjust before I was hopping the train to lecture at Rochester. You know the way you run into things. That book weighs about a ton, but I couldnât put it down. I read it all night at the hotel.â
âWell,â Jeffrey said, âthatâs fine, Walter.â
âMore people ought to know about that book,â Walter said, and he gave his pleated trousers a gentle hitch. âWhereâs it been all these years?âThatâs what I told them at Rochester. Every thoughtful American ought to read it.â
âWalter,â Jeffrey said, âjust before I go, I wish you would tell me something.â
âSure,â Walter said, âanything, anything at all.â
Then Jeffrey was asking the question he had come there to ask.
âWalter,â he said, âyouâve been everywhere. Youâve seen everything. You have a right to an opinion, and for Godâs sake, donât say, âLetâs skip it.â Whatâs going on over there in Europe? What the hell is the matter with the Allies, and donât tell me to read War and Peace .â
He spoke more urgently than he had intended. Walter was standing almost motionless and a strange cloak of dignity seemed to have fallen on him. He was not a clown any longer, and things that he had seen were reflected on his face.
âJeff,â Walter said, and a break in his voice made his words sound very kind, âyou know better than to ask me