not trust himself to speak. During this interval he heard M. Rivière’s chair pushed back, and was aware that the young man had risen. When he glanced up again he saw that his visitor was as moved as himself.
“Thank you,” Archer said simply.
“There’s nothing to thank me for, Monsieur: it is I, rather—” M. Rivière broke off, as if speech for him too were difficult. “I should like, though,” he continued in a firmer voice, “to add one thing. You asked me if I was in Count Olenski’s employ. I am at this moment: I returned to him, a few months ago, for reasons of private necessity such as may happen to anyone who has persons, ill and older persons, dependent on him. But from the moment that I have taken the step of coming here to say these things to you I consider myself discharged, and I shall tell him so on my return, and give him the reasons. That’s all, Monsieur.”
M. Rivière bowed and drew back a step.
“Thank you,” Archer said again, as their hands met.