They want to ruin the country." March could not help smiling a little at the words, which came fast enough now in the hoarse staccato of Dryfoos's passion.

"I don't know whom you mean by they, generally speaking; but I had the impression that poor old Lindau had once done his best to save the country.

I don't always like his way of talking, but I know that he is one of the truest and kindest souls in the world; and he is no more an atheist than I am.
He is my friend, and I can't allow him to be misunderstood." "I don't care what he is," Dryfoos broke out, "I won't have him round.
He can't have any more work from this office.

I want you to stop it.

I want you to turn him off." March was standing at his desk, as he had risen to receive Dryfoos when he entered.