He sat down on a bench, unceremoniously, doggedly,like a man in trouble; leaning his elbows on his knees and staring at the 昀oor. "I can＇t even be glad of that,"he said at last, throwing himself back against the wall; "for that would be an excuse."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "An excuse? Must I excuse myself?"
He paid, however, no answer to the question.Another idea had come into his head. "Is it my political opinions? Do you think I go too far?"