“Yes,” he said. “This place is beyond my means. I do not need to tell you that in ceasing to appear the paper has omitted to pay its debts. The house owes me a month’s salary. So I must leave.”
“No!” said Sophia. “You can pay me when you have money.”
He shook his head. “I have no intention of accepting your kindness.”
“Haven’t you got any money?” she abruptly asked.
“None,” said he. “It is the disaster—quite simply!”
“Then you will be forced to get into debt somewhere.”
“Yes, but not here! Not to you!”
“Truly, Chirac,” she exclaimed, with a cajoling voice, “you are not reasonable.”
“Nevertheless it is like that!” he said with decision.
“Eh, well!” she turned on him menacingly. “It will not be like that! You understand me? You will stay. And you will pay me when you can. Otherwise we shall quarrel. Do you imagine I shall tolerate your childishness? Just because you were angry last night——”