”

“Stay, my friend,” he interrupted me with a firm gesture. “Before you go any further, let me entreat you to be frank. Without absolute candor nothing can be done. I think I am a tolerable judge of faces, and I can read in yours the fact that my condition has puzzled you.”

I paused, taken aback. It had puzzled me. I thought of all that Rosetta Rosa had said, and I hesitated. Then I made up my mind.

“I yield,” I responded. “You are not an ordinary man, and it was absurd of me to treat you as one. Absolute candor is, as you say, essential, and so I’ll confess that your case does puzzle me. There is no organic disease, but there is a quite unaccountable organic weakness — a weakness which fifty