He looked at his watch.
“However, I have still time to give you a consultation if you desire it.”
“I would not trouble you—”
“You do not trouble me.”
“But—”
“Sit down in your armchair, and show me your mouth.”
While Caffie seated himself, Saniel continued in a vibrating voice:
“You see I give good for evil.”
“How is that, my dear sir?”
“You refuse me a service that would save me, and I give you a consultation. It is true, it is the last.”