“ Oh no,” said Newman, “it is none of my business. It’s a good plan to take things easily.”
“ I made you too many fine speeches,” M. Nioche added. “I meant them at the time.”
“ I am sure I am very glad you didn’t shoot her,” said Newman. “I was afraid you might have shot yourself. That is why I came to look you up.” And he began to button his coat.
“ Neither,” said M. Nioche. “You despise me, and I can’t explain to you. I hoped I shouldn’t see you again.”
“ Why, that’s rather shabby,” said Newman. “You shouldn’t drop your friends that way. Besides, the last time you came to see me I thought you particularly jolly.”
“ Yes, I remember,” said M. Nioche musingly; “I was in a fever. I didn’t know what I said, what I did. It was delirium.”
“ Ah, well, you are quieter now.”
M. Nioch
