“What’s the matter with you? Come, tell me your troubles; you know very well that I am your friend.”
“My friend! oh, yes! You are just nothing at all! A pretty friend, to go two months without seeing me!”
“It wasn’t my fault—I have been busy.”
“Indeed! busy, eh? I know what kind of business. The blonde of the third floor, and the lady in the country, and this one, and the other one! It’s no use talking, you’re a thorough scamp, you’re not a bit agreeable any more! You used to be agreeable to me now and then.”
“Why didn’t you come to see me?”
“Oh! I say! do you think I haven’t anything else to do but that? Don’t I have to work?”
“Ah! you work, do you?”
“Indeed I do; I have reformed now, I never go out.”
“Do you still live in the same place?”
“No, I have moved.”