"That was why you said que vous etes bete," said he.
"Partly."
"What were the other reasons?"
"Any woman has a thousand reasons for calling any man stupid."
"Tell me some of them at any rate."
"Well, isn't it stupid of a man to try to quarrel with his best friend when he won't be seeing her again for three or four months?"
"You're not going away soon?"
"Next week."
"Oh!" said Paul.
"Yes. I go to Paris, then to my villa at Mont Boron. I have the nostalgia of my own country, you see. Then to Venice at Easter."