“Have you come to see me?” he asked.
“No.”
“Won’t you shake hands?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
Ovid waited to answer until he had steadied his temper.
“I have seen Carmina,” he said.
Benjulia went on with his smoking. “An interesting case, isn’t it?” he remarked.
“You were called into consultation by Mr. Null,” Ovid continued; “and you approved of his ignorant treatment—you, who knew better.”
“I should think I did!” Benjulia rejoined.