"Well?" said Christophe. "What do you want?"
"I came," said the boy….
(And once more he became confused, blushed, and was silent.)
"I can see that you have come," said Christophe, laughing. "But why have you come? Look at me. Are you afraid of me?"
The boy smiled once more, shook his head, and said:
"No."
"Bravo! Then tell me who you are."
"I am…." said the boy.
He stopped once more. His eyes wandered curiously round the room, and lighted on a photograph of Olivier on the mantelpiece.
"Come!" said Christophe. "Courage!"