'What does he want ?' he said, as if you were a policeman." "And did he say he would see me ?" asked Paul.
"He wouldn't say anything--good, bad or indifferent," replied the doctor.
"Why not ?" "That's what I want to know.

There he lies and sulks, day in, day out.
Can't get a word of information out of him." "Do you think I might go ?" asked Paul.
"You might." There was a feeling of connection between the rival men, more than ever since they had fought.

In a way Morel felt guilty towards the other, and more or less responsible.

And being in such a state of soul himself, he felt an almost painful nearness to Dawes, who was suffering and despairing, too.

Besides, they had met in a naked extremity of hate, and it was a bond.