There was a pause.
“And I don’t see,” said Paul, “why you shouldn’t go on where you left off.”
“What — ” said Dawes, suggestively.
“Yes — fit your old home together again.”
Dawes hid his face and shook his head.
“Couldn’t be done,” he said, and looked up with an ironic smile.
“Why? Because you don’t want?”
“Perhaps.”
They smoked in silence. Dawes showed his teeth as he bit his pipe stem.