Even when caught red-handed, he did not betray any signs of repentance, and looked rather sarcastic than guilty.

Having examined more closely the drawings on the wall, which represented human figures in various positions, I became interested in the strange reddish-yellow colour of an unknown pencil.
"Is this iodine?
You told me that you had a pain and that you secured iodine." "No.

It is blood." "Blood ?" "Yes." I must say frankly that I even liked him at that moment.
"How did you get it ?" "From my hand." "From your hand?
But how did you manage to hide yourself from the eye that is watching you ?" He smiled cunningly, and even winked.
"Don't you know that you can always deceive if only you want to do it ?" My sympathies for him were immediately dispersed.

I saw before me a man who was not particularly clever, but in all probability terribly spoiled already, who did not even admit the thought that there are people who simply cannot lie.

Recalling, however, the promise I had made to the Warden, I assumed a calm air of dignity and said to him tenderly, as only a mother could speak to her child: "Don't be surprised and don't condemn me for being so strict, my friend.
I am an old man.