“ What indeed!” mumbled Michel, who began to doubt the evidence of his senses.
“ You go about mooning like a fool and imagine a lot of silly things, you great stupid imbecile. All I wanted to do was to ask whether everything was all right down there, and you, i***t, bound to one side like a goat and pick up a stone. The moon has affected your head, not mine. Now drop it.”
Michel, accustomed to do what he was told, opened his fingers slowly, not quite convinced but thinking there might be something in it. Scevola, perceiving his advantage, scolded on:
“ You are dangerous. You ought to have your feet and hands tied every full moon. What did you say about a head just now? What head?”
“ I said that I didn’t have a broken head.”
“ Was that all?” said Scevola. He was asking himsel
