The lunatic calmed down, and fell once more into position.
“I remarked, Monsieur, that if you die the capital will be paid to your family without discussion.”
“Without discussion?”
“Yes, unless there were suicide.”
“That’s quibbling.”
“No, Monsieur; you are aware that suicide is one of those acts which are easy to prove—”
“In France,” said the fool; “but—”
“But in other countries?” said Gaudissart. “Well, Monsieur, to cut short discussion on this point, I will say, once for all, that death in foreign countries or on the field of battle is outside of our—”
“Then what are you insuring? Nothing at all!” cried Margaritis. “My bank, my Territorial Bank, rested upon—”
“Nothing at all?” exclaimed Gaudissart, interrupting the good-man. “Nothing at all? What do you call sickness, and afflictions, and poverty, and passions? Don’t go off on exceptional points.”