“Listen; I love her, because—but you are not listening to me.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Your mind is preoccupied.”
“Yes, your health, in the first place—”
“It is not that, I know.”
“My dear friend, you would be wrong. I think, to ask me any questions—you of all persons in the world;” and he laid so much weight upon the “you,” that he completely enlightened his friend upon the nature of the evil, and the difficulty of remedying it.
“You say that, Raoul, on account of what I wrote to you.”
“Certainly. We will talk over that matter a little, when you have finished telling me of all your own pleasures and your pains.”
“My dear friend, I am entirely at your service.”
“Thank you; I have hurried, I have flown here; I came in half the time the government couriers usually take. Now, tell me, my dear friend, what did you want?”