damn it! It's not my fault that I trust you! Is it my fault that I look upon you as a most honourable and, above all, a sensible man...

capable, that is, of understanding...

damn..." The poor fellow evidently could not master his emotion.
"You must understand at last," he went on, "you must understand that in pronouncing his name I am betraying him to you--I am betraying him, am I not?
I am, am I not ?" "But how am I to guess if you don't make up your mind to speak out ?" "That's just it; you always cut the ground from under one's feet with your logic, damn it....

Well, here goes...

this 'noble personality,' this 'student'...