It is not quite like that with me, eh, Sarson ?" His hand fell to his side.

Momentarily he had finished his work.

He turned around and eyed the doctor, who stood in taciturn silence.
"Answer.

Answer me," he insisted.
The doctor's gloomy face seemed darker still.
"You have spoken the truth, Mr.Fentolin," he admitted.

"You are not one of the vulgar herd who love to consort with pleasure and happiness.