whom I refuse to meet. He is a Chauvinist officer, Dubosc.
He is sitting on the stairs. He has been kicking the furniture about
in all the other rooms; I have locked myself in my study,
opposite that cafe. If you love me, go over to the cafe and wait
at one of the tables outside. I will try to send him over to you.
I want you to answer him and deal with him. I cannot meet him myself.
I cannot: I will not.

There is going to be another Dreyfus case.

P. HIRSCH



M. Armagnac looked at M. Brun. M. Brun borrowed the letter,
read it, and looked at M. Armagnac. Then both betook themselves briskly
to one of the little tables under the chestnuts opposite,
where they procured two tall glasses of horrible green absinthe,
which they could drink apparently in any weather and at any time.
Otherwise the cafe seemed empty, except for one soldier drinking coffee
at one table, and at another a large man drinking a small syrup and
a priest drinking nothing.

Maurice Brun cleared his throat and said: "Of course we must help
the master in every way, but--"

There was an abrupt silence, and Armagnac said: "He may have
excellent reasons for not meeting the man himself, but--"

Before either could complete a sentence, it was evident that