Well--won't you go on with your proposition?
Wittich.
Yes, I suppose that when a man has acted as I have acted here, he must have lost--his sense of pride--and honour--and all the rest of it--long ago.--Then nothing is left him but--his duty.--And the thing that seems to me my--duty--I am going to do.--Let the Count sneer at me--I no longer----
Pierre.
Oh, please--I say!
Wittich.
Well, then, let me tell you something, Julia. After I had read the letter from Brussels, I had two rooms prepared for you--in the left wing--quite apart; so that some day, in case--you ever--came back-- Oh, well--it doesn't matter now. But the rooms--are--still there--and if you would like to come home with me now--straight off--well, you might be spared--some annoyance.
Pierre.
H'm--so you're willing--? (Shrugs his shoulders and laughs.) I suppose that sort of thing is all a matter of taste--but I can understand----
Wittich.