HAUSER. Now please don't make long speeches. You did not call me
here to grant you absolution. You want me to help you to quash
this affair.
BEERMANN [jumps up quickly from his chair]. Yes, you must do that.
Good Lord, I beg you. I am in a terrible position. You have not
the slightest idea how nervous I am.
HAUSER. Will you please sit down and stop exaggerating?
BEERMANN [sits down]. No man living can have sufficient
imagination to enlarge on this. Imagine it! Any moment the police
are likely to come here and arrest me.
HAUSER [seriously]. Have you been carrying on so badly at
Hauteville's?
BEERMANN. No. Not there. That is not worth while mentioning.
HAUSER. Why then do you fear the police? That's all nonsense. Now
just consider everything quietly and calmly. By the way, has your
wife any suspicions ...?
BEERMANN. Of this affair? I don't think so. She has just a general
one ... but what's the use of bothering with trifles! You know
that this stupid woman kept a diary, and that they found it in her
apartment.
HAUSER. Assuredly I know it. Without that diary we would not have
so many penitents in the City.
BEERMANN. Imagine my position. I know positively that my name is
in that book. It means that I am simply done for by the cursed
thing.
HAUSER. Is it so certain that your name is in the book?
BEERMANN [loudly].
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