Perhaps I was a fool, or the victim of some supernatural caprice.
"Who are you ?" I suddenly cried out; "what do you want of me?
How do you know who I am?
Who told you to dry my tears?
Is this your vocation and do you think I desire you?
I would not touch you with the tip of my finger.

What are you doing here?
Reply at once.

Is it money you want?
What price do you put on your pity ?" I arose and tried to go out, but my feet refused to support me.

At the same time my eyes failed me, a mortal weakness took possession of me and I fell over a stool.
"You are not well," she said, taking me by the arm, "you have drunk, like the child that you are, without knowing what you were doing.

Sit down in this chair and wait until a cab passes.