He had taken no part in our meetings.

He said to me,-- "I believe this struggle to be useless.

Although my point of view is different from yours, I am your friend.Beware.There is yet time to stop.

You are entering into the catacombs.

The catacombs are Death." "They are also Life," answered I.
All the same, I thought with joy that my two sons were in prison, and that this gloomy duty of street fighting was imposed upon me alone.
There yet remained five hours until the time fixed for the rendezvous.