"You again, Dourlowski...."
"Can I come?" asked the man.
"No ... no ... you're mad...."
"It's urgent."
"Impossible.... And besides, you know, I don't want any more of it. I've told you so before...."
But the man insisted:
"It's for this evening, for to-night.... It's a soldier of the Börsweilen garrison.... He says he's sick of wearing the German uniform."
"A deserter.... I've had enough of them.... Shut up and clear out!"
"Now don't be nasty, M. Morestal.... Just think it over.... Look here, let's meet at four o'clock, in the pass, near Saboureux's Farm ... like last time.... I shall expect you.... We'll have a talk ... and I shall be surprised if ..."