He is the best friend I have in the world.

Do you expect me to promise that I will never see him again ?" "You are the master." She repeated the words in the same dull tone, and her expression did not change in the least.

Marcello moved and sat up opposite to her, clasping his hands round his knees.

He was very thin, but the colour was already coming back to his face, and his eyes did not look tired.
"Listen to me," he said.

"You must put this idea out of your head.