"Nothing," replied Christophe. "I'm stirring the water to attract my fish."
"Are you going to write that?"
"That? What do you mean?"
"What you've just said."
"What did I say? I don't remember."
"What were you thinking of?"
"I don't know," said Christophe, drawing his hand across his forehead.
He went on writing. Silence once mere filled the room. Olivier went on looking at Christophe. Christophe felt that he was looking, and turned. Olivier's eyes were upon him with such a hunger of affection!
"Lazy brute!" he said gaily.
Olivier sighed.
"What's the matter?" asked Christophe.