"Listen, abbe! A truce to your pleasantries—I am not in the humor for them to-day: every one has his stupid days."
"Well, on those days one addresses one's self to one's friends."
"To one's friends—and what for?"
"To find the pretext which one has sought for vainly one's self."
"Well, then, abbe, you are my friend; find the pretext; I wait for it."
"Nothing is easier."
"Really!"
"Do you want it?"
"Take care what you engage to do."
"I engage to open your neighbor's door to you."