"He drowned himself and he was quite blue?..."
"No, Uncle, he was murdered: stabbed with a dagger.... Mamma is bearing up, Papa writes, but she is terribly overwrought ... on Emilie's account also. Emilie is quite beside herself. Papa fortunately is keeping calm: he is doing all that has to be done; he has been to the legation.... But, Uncle, you're not at all well; you're shivering; you've caught a chill. Oughtn't you to go home and get into bed?..."
"Yes, yes, I'm going home."
"Then you'll be better in the morning...."
"Yes, of course, of course.... I shall be better...."
"Then will you come to the station too, early to-morrow morning, and meet the train from Paris?"
"To-morrow morning early ... yes, certainly, certainly...."
"You oughtn't to have gone out."
"No, no ... but I'm going home now ... going to bed.... Good-bye. To-morrow morning early."
"Good-bye, Uncle."