"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."
"And why the last, my dear sir?"
"Because death is between us."
"Death!"
"Do you not see it?"