"
Ted pauses, considering. Finally,
"No, Ollie--I don't think I'm quite that kind of a fool. And almost thou
convincest me--and all that. But--well--that isn't the chief difficulty,
after all."
"Well, what _is_?" from Oliver, annoyedly.
Ted hesitates, speaking slowly.
"Well--after the fact that I'm not sure--France," he says at last, and his
mouth shuts after the word as if it never wanted to open again.
Oliver spreads both hands out hopelessly.
"Are you _never_ going to get over that, you ass?"
"You didn't do the things I did," from Ted, rather difficultly. "If you
had--"
"If I had I'd have been as sorry as you are, probably, that I'd knocked
over the apple cart occasionally. But I wouldn't spend the rest of my life
worrying about it and thinking I wasn't fit to go into decent society
because of what happened to most of the A.E.F. Why you sound as if you'd
committed the unpardonable sin. And it's nonsense."
"Well--thinking of Elinor--I'm not too darn sure I didn't," from Ted,
dejectedly.
"That comes of being born in New England and that's all there is to it.
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