I would have preferred not to see anything again. I remembered enough. And to stay there like a poor cousin...
What I want you to know is that I was afraid of being a nuisance with my presence. You and Hélène never liked me very much, and he, who is close to you, likes me even less. I prefer not to notice it. A little excluded in advance, out of place, there raving endlessly about the garden, the country air—didn't I tell you? I don't much like the country, and we don't want to take your place; coming here to rest, the barbecue, the lawnmower for the tall grass, we're not tired...