Scarcely anybody remained in the office. Yevsey sighed and answered:
"My mistress cut her throat."
"Oh, yes. Well, go to the café."
The Smokestack walked off carefully picking his steps. Yevsey jumped up and seized his hand:
"Take me."
"Come."
"No, take me to stay with you altogether," Yevsey besought him.
The Smokestack bent toward him.
"What do you mean by 'altogether?'"
"To your rooms—to live with you—for all the time."