“I don’t want to speak to you at all really,” the Consul added after a moment. “For that matter I wouldn’t mind if this was the last time I ever saw you … Did you hear me?” “Have you gone mad?” M. Laruelle exclaimed at last. “Am I to understand that your wife has come back to you, something I have seen you praying and howling for under the table—really under the table … And that you treat her indifferently as this, and still continue only to care where the next drink’s coming from?”
