What have you seen?
[In a low voice, slowly.] That you have been quietly keeping an eye upon me.
That I have! And why in all the world should I do that?
Because you think that I—— [Passionately.] Well devil take it—you think the same of me as Aline does.
And what does she think about you?
[Having recovered his self-control.] She has begun to think that I am—that I am—ill.
Ill! You! She has never hinted such a thing to me. Why, what can she think is the matter with you?
[Leans over the back of the chair and whispers.] Aline has made up her mind that I am mad. That is what she thinks.
[Rising.] Why, my dear fellow—!
Yes, on my soul she does! I tell you it is so. And she has got you to think the same! Oh, I can assure you, doctor, I see it in your face as clearly as possible. You don't take me in so easily, I can tell you.