He doesn't understand you as I do ...

and he's fully your equal--fully--in every way--and then some--" The weariness in his tone was close to a sneer; he dropped his cigarette into the fire and began to roll another.
"Louis," said Portlaw, frightened.
"Well ?" "What the devil is the meaning of all this?
You _are_ coming back, aren't you ?" Malcourt continued to roll his cigarette, but after a while he spoiled it and began to construct another.
"_Are_ you, Louis ?" "What ?" "Coming back here--soon ?" "If I--if it's the thing to do.

I don't know yet.

You mustn't press the matter now." "You think there's a chance that you won't come back at _all_!" exclaimed Portlaw, aghast.
Malcourt's cigarette fell to pieces in his fingers.
"I'll come if I can, Billy.

I tell you to let me alone....