THE MAN [who has several times been on the point of taking the money, jumps upon VINTIMILLE. HULIN pulls him away]. Let me go, Hulin! Let me go!
HULIN. Stop it!
THE MAN. I've got to kill him!
VINTIMILLE. What's this!
THE MAN [held back by HULIN, says to VINTIMILLE]. Get out! Why did you come here, anyway? I was happy, I didn't realize how poor I was. I was free, master of everything. You remind me that I'm hungry, that I haven't a thing, that I don't belong to myself, that a filthy scoundrel can be my master by means of a little money that makes a slave of me because I need it. You've spoiled all my happiness. Get out!
VINTIMILLE. What a to-do for so little! Who gives a damn about your scruples? I'm not asking anything of you. Take it!
THE MAN. I'd rather starve.—You give it to me, Hulin. [VINTIMILLE gives the money to HULIN, who drops his hand. The money falls to the ground, and THE MAN picks it up.]
HULIN. Where are you going?
THE MAN. Get drunk—and forget.
VINTIMILLE. Forget what?