“Oh, I am—very much so at times. At such moments, I come and call on you. I have learned to cherish our disinterested friendship ever more and more.”
He moved as if annoyed a little; then he lit a cigarette.
“Whom?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Whom do you love?”
“Oh, an ideal according to your own taste. A bon entendeur salut.” Note: All the better if you have caught my meaning.
“Won’t you tell me?”
“No, I won’t. Guess, if you want to know.”
“A fool?”
“To some extent, yes.”