lieonarch

1.

"What do you think?" said Cloke. "You think these people are running some kind of a scout troop down there? Are you kidding? These are real guys. Doing real shit."

For one horrible instant I thought that Francis was going to laugh aloud but somehow he managed to turn it into a theatrical battery of coughs, hiding his face behind his hand. With barely a glance Henry slapped him, hard, on the back.

2.

Henry and Francis were further out: Francis talking, gesticulating wildly in his white robe and Henry with his hands clasped behind his back, Satan listening patiently to the rantings of some desert prophet.

3.

"Well, I know what I'm going to do," said Francis. He stood up unsteadily and pulled with his forefinger at his collar. Startled, I looked at him, and he laughed at my surprise.

"I want to sleep," he said, with a melodramatic roll of his eye, "'dormir plutot queue vivre'!"

"'Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort...'" said Henry with a smile.

"Jesus, Henry, you know everything," said Francis, "you make me sick."

4.

"Tell him I'm in the bath."

"He's in the bath," I said.

"He is not in the bath," said Henry. "He is standing in the room with you. I can hear him."

5.

Francis started from his morose silence. "Are you leaving now?" he asked Julian anxiously. "Do you want me to drive you?"

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