He reddened at the absurdity of his explanation. The clerk looked at him with pity and irony in his eyes. Jean-Christophe crumpled the paper in his hands, and turned to go. The clerk got up and took him by the arm. "Wait a moment," he said. "I'll go and fix it up for you." He went into the Director's office. Jean-Christophe waited, with the eyes of the other clerks upon him. His blood boiled. He did not know what he was doing, what to do, or what he ought to do. He thought of going away before the answer was brought to him, and he had just made up his mind to that when the door opened. "His Excellency will see you," said the too obliging clerk. Jean-Christophe had to go in. His Excellency Baron de Hammer Langbach, a little neat old man with whiskers, mustaches, and a shaven chin, looked at Jean-Christophe over his golden spectacles without stopping writing, nor did he give any response to the boy's awkward bow. "So," he said, after a moment, "you are asking, Herr Krafft ...?" "Your Excellency," said Jean-Christophe hurriedly, "I ask your pardon. I have thought better of it. I have nothing to ask." The old man sought no explanation for this sudden reconsideration. He looked more closely at Jean-Christophe, coughed, and said: "Herr Krafft, will you give me the letter that is in your hand?" Jean-Christophe saw that the Director's gaze was fixed on the paper which he was still unconsciously holding crumpled up in his hand. "It is no use, Your Excellency," he murmured. "It is not worth while now." "Please give it me," said the old man quietly, as though he had not heard. Mechanically Jean-Christophe gave him the crumpled letter, but he plunged into a torrent of stuttered words while he held out his hand for the letter. His Excellency carefully smoothed out the paper, read it, looked at Jean-Christophe, let him flounder about with his explanations, then checked him, and said with a malicious light in his eyes: "Very well, Herr Krafft; the request is granted." He dismissed him with a wave of his hand and went on with his writing. Jean-Christophe went out, crushed.