"Yes, it is because they are divided by impassable gulfs," said
Chamilly, coldly. "Did you come to see me, Monsieur?"
"My dear fellow, can't we have a little private conversation together?
I am, of course, in the country to oppose your politics, but being in
Dormillière, I cannot forget our social acquaintanceship."
"Do me the honor of saying here what you desire to say, Monsieur. I have no political secrets from these friends."
"Pardon me, what I have to tell you, is strictly private."
"If it is in political matters, I do not wish it to be so."
"It is personal, I assure you."
"Then you will humor me, sir, by writing it."
"My friend, do not let party differences put grimaces at each other on our real faces:—I would say rather party names; for I am in reality as much a Red as yourself. If you were willing we would prove that to you by changing the title, of our side to yours."
"At that moment, sir, there would be what I live for in the name
'Blue.'"
Picault drew a deliberative puff at his cigar, and lowered it again.