Olivier was sure that he would say it. And yet his heart ached for it. He said:
"Tell me, Christophe: could you … could you …?"
Christophe drew his hand over his forehead and said:
"Don't let's talk of it. I don't like to think of it."
Olivier went on sorrowfully:
"You would have fought against us?"
"I don't know. I never thought about it."
"But, in your heart, you had decided?"
Christophe said:
"Yes."