HAUSER. Suppose then that we skip the prologue and the few opening chapters and start at once with the affair of Madame Hauteville. BEERMANN. How do you know ...? HAUSER. I suspected. You probably are not the first one who has come to confess to me. Since last night many consciences have been jolted. So you, too, belong to that crowd? BEERMANN. You ask yourself how such things are possible? HAUSER. No, sir, I never ask myself such stupid questions. BEERMANN. You have always believed that an undisturbed happiness prevailed in my family. HAUSER [quickly]. Beermann, I resent that! Do not try to make yourself interesting. BEERMANN. Don't take it the wrong way. I am not blaming anybody. I just want to ... HAUSER. You even want to find moral justification for your immorality. BEERMANN. I know well enough that it is unjustifiable. I have been saying that to myself a hundred thousand times. Do not think that I overcame my principles so easily. HAUSER. All you had to overcome was your timidity. BEERMANN [sighing deeply]. If you only knew. HAUSER. Of course you did not land on the primrose path with both feet, but you climbed carefully over the fence--just as befits a man of your embonpoint. BEERMANN. I expected something better from you than mere mocking. HAUSER. What do you want me to do? Shall I weep because you have sinned? Why? What good would it do you? That is the way of your kind. As long as no one has proofs against you, your virtue must always be under the spotlight, but the very minute you trip up, some peculiar background of justification ought to be invented for the smallest sin. No, my dear friend. The world's moral system will not go to pieces just because you slipped and broke your nose. BEERMANN. You cannot realize what suffering you are inflicting upon me right now. 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.