“Yes, madame,” he said, and there was a sad note in his voice, “I get often tired. And it is bad, because I must depend so deeply on who I speak with for my mind to be able to work after. Comprenez-vous?”
She made a movement of assent that he seemed to have paused for, and he continued.
“When I meet a stranger I must always wonder how soon I shall be finished with him. It comes very soon with nearly all.”
“And are you sure that you are always the weary one?”
He looked blank for a moment, then,
“I have already bore you; yes?”
“Not at all, but I was warned this morning that you might possibly commit such a crime.”
“And have I?”
She looked on his earnestness and smiled.
“Have I?” he reiterated; “yes?”