Ironically came his reply. "Hasn't it got a name? Are there two of us?... Anyway, without worrying you too much about it, I'd like an account soon. I want that matter cleared up."
"Well, never mind furniture at present. That's a detail."
"Oh no it isn't!" he answered quickly. "We seem to have different ideas as to what's detail. You've given me quite a lot of what I call detail. This is important.—You really don't remember the name of the man who bought that furniture of mine?" he mocked me.
"I've already told you you can draw to any reasonable amount."
"I see.... Is this it, that my furniture isn't sold at all, and you're advancing me money on the security of it?"
"Security, Derry!"
"And I still have my furniture and I owe you five hundred francs?"
"Must we talk about this now?"
There was no mistake about the granite this time.
"Yes, we'd better," he said curtly. "We've wasted time enough about things that don't matter that"—he snapped his fingers. "I've listened to what you've got to say, and now I'm going to ask you to listen to me. I owe you five hundred francs, for which I'm most sincerely obliged. But I don't think I should have asked you if I'd known. And I want you to understand that it's all I do owe you."