“What are you dying of?”
“Misery,” murmured Gaillard, turning his face to the wall.
Toto pulled up the blind.
“Never mind the misery. Get up and come out; I want you. What’s the matter?”
“The world; it comes upon me like this sometimes, the horror of the whole thing. Besides, someone stole all my money last night. Where is God? I do not know. Go away, and leave me to myself.”
“You haven’t taken poison or anything, have you?”
“No—not yet.”
“Well, get up, and I will give you some money, and we will go and have déjeuner.”
Gaillard moved uneasily.
“Do be quick, or I will go without you.”