Nonetheless I felt very weak, and ordered tea for both of us. And while Marceline served it, very calm, a little pale herself, smiling, a kind of irritation seized me that she had noticed nothing. Of course I knew this was unfair, I told myself that if she saw nothing it was because I had concealed it so well; all the same, despite my efforts, it grew in me like an instinct, overpowered me … Finally it became too strong and I could no longer hold out against it: almost casually, I said to her, “I spat blood last night.”