“Pardon!”
Lemaire pushed the bottle over to his friend.
“What’s the matter with you to-night?”
“Nothing. You mean to say ... why d’you talk such nonsense? D’you think I’m a fool to be taken in by rubbish like that?”
“Well, then, why did you sit just as if you’d seen him?”
“I’m a bit tired to-night, that’s what it is. We went a long way. The wine’ll pull me together.”
He poured out another glass.
“You don’t mean to say,” he continued, “you believe in the Devil?”
“Don’t you?”
“No.”