At any rate, I have told the truth, often more naively than one would have thought possible for a man who prided himself as much as I did on his epicurean sophistication.
These have been days, as I say, of tedious horror.

There have been endless examinations, reconstructions of the crime, exposures in daring publicity of the private lives of the protagonists of the lunatic drama.
The French judges and advocates have accepted the account given by Lola and myself of our mutual relations with a certain mocking credulity.

The Press hasn't accepted it at all.

It took as a matter of course the view held by the none too noble victim.

At first, seeing Lola shrug her shoulders with supreme indifference as to her own reputation, I cared but little for these insinuations.