"What's his name ?" "Who's name ?" "The assistant's you picked up on the sly behind my back." Renouard made a slight movement of impatience.
"I met him unexpectedly one evening.

I thought he would do as well as another.

He had come from up country and didn't seem happy in a town.
He told me his name was Walter.

I did not ask him for proofs, you know." "I don't think you get on very well with him." "Why?
What makes you think so." "I don't know.

Something reluctant in your manner when he's in question." "Really.