Disappointed and vexed, he sat biting his underlip.
“All right,” he said at length, “we’ll strike a bargain. After you have analysed me I, in return, will analyse you.”
“You have quite the most unhealthy mind with which I have ever come in contact.”
“You really believe that?” he asked, delighted. “Do go on.”
“Oh, but I’m sorry I began. This kind of thing is dangerous.”
“Yes, I know. But I like danger—mental danger especially.”
“But drink would be better for you. Even drugs. You are asking me to help to throw you off your mental balance.”
“I know.
I know. But you won’t refuse?”
“To show you that I will I am leaving you now in this café. I am going. Good-night.”