“Give me your revolver.”
“Here it is.”
“Do you think, if I fired it off, any one would hear?”
“No, certainly not. Who is there to hear? But . . .”
“But what?”
“You’re surely not going to fire?”
“Yes, I am.”
“At yourself, M. Siméon, at yourself? Are you going to kill yourself?”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Well, who then?”