Geraldstoodleaningbackagainstthemantel—piece。HelookeddownatBirkin，andhiseyesflashedwithasortofterrorliketheeyesofastallion，thatarebloodshotandoverwrought，turnedglancingbackwardsinastiffterror。
`IfellthatifIdon\'twatchmyself，Ishallfindmyselfdoingsomethingsilly，\'hesaid。
`Whynotdoit？\'saidBirkincoldly。
Geraldlistenedwithquickimpatience。HekeptglancingdownatBirkin，asiflookingforsomethingfromtheotherman。
`IusedtodosomeJapanesewrestling，\'saidBirkin。`AJaplivedinthesamehousewithmeinHeidelberg，andhetaughtmealittle。ButI