“Enter, monsieur,” he said. “And sit down, please. My wife will be back in a moment, and then she will serve you.”
Slowly Lacaze came in, looking down on the ground.
“You are married, then?” he said quietly.
The other stared.
“Yes,” he said, “monsieur. Why not?”
“No reason at all,” said Lacaze, smiling. “And how is your wife?”
René returned to his work.
“She is very well, thank you.”
“I am glad of that,” said Lacaze. “Very glad.”
René Dudoy looked up.