Greatness of People: Nine

– And now are you going to shoot you, says Anatole.

– I would consider it a sacred duty to the family whose name I have the honor to wear, but the 140 I can not now, because – - – I – - – love. (He gets up and stands at the stove.)

– Do you love? And who?

– Marquise de Carom.

– Marquise de Carom?

Anatole fly up and walked the carpet with his patent-leather boots.

Jean lets his head sink down between the collar bone, lift the left front foot, hit a weak kind of carpet and whispers a barely audible:

– Well!

Then he notices Anatole motion, he heaves slowly bring your head back on his shoulders, rolls his eyes between the two avant scenes and exclaims:

– What are you? You are so upset?

– Nothing! Nothing! An attack of vertigo, it’s almost over!

Jean runs forward, takes Dallas by the shoulders, look him right in the eye and shout:

– You love the Marchioness!

Anatole meanders from his arms, collected cigarette machine, pipe and hat, stands on the go in the door and shouts:

– I love her!