ingthe bargain, wasn't it?" It crossed my mind that I might possibly break my bargain with Elsa. But the peril was remote.
"My God, it's maddening to be treated like a beast. Am I repulsive, am I loathsome?"
"What a question, my dear M. Struboff!"
"And I live with her. It is for all day and every day."
"Come, come, be reasonable. We're not lovesick boys."
"If I touch a piece of bread in giving it to her, she cuts herself another slice."
How I understood you in that, O dainty cruel Coralie!
"And that devil comes and laughs at me."
"He needn't come, if you don't wish it."
"Perhaps it's better than being alone with her," he groaned. "And she doesn't deceive me. Ah, I should like sometimes to say to her, 'Do what you like; amuse yourself, I shall not see. It wouldn't matter.' If she did that, she mightn't be so hard to me. You wonder that I say this, that I feel it like this? Well, I'm a man; I'm not a dog. I don't dirty people when I touch them."
I got up and walked to the hearthrug. I stood there with my back to him. He blew his nose loudly, then took the bottle; I heard the wine trickle in the glass and the sound of his noisy swallowing. There was a long silence. He struck a match and lit his cigar. Then he folded up the notes I had given him, and the clasp of his pocket-book clicked.
"I have to go with her to rehearsal," he said.
I turned round and walked toward him. His uneasy deference returned, he jumped up with a bow and an air of awkward embarrassment.
