But Newman had no thoughts for fish-sauce; he felt thoroughly discontented.

As he sat and watched his amiable and clever companion going through his excellent repast with the delicate deliberation of hereditary epicurism, the folly of so charming a fellow traveling off to expose his agreeable young life for the sake of M.Stanislas and Mademoiselle Noemie struck him with intolerable force.

He had grown fond of Valentin, he felt now how fond; and his sense of helplessness only increased his irritation.
"Well, this sort of thing may be all very well," he cried at last, "but I declare I don't see it.

I can't stop you, perhaps, but at least I can protest.

I do protest, violently." "My dear fellow, don't make a scene," said Valentin.