"What do you mean by ‘common decency’?" Rambert’s tone was grave.
"I don’t know what it means for other people. But in my case I know that it consists in doing my job."
"Your job! I only wish I were sure what my job is!" There was a mordant edge to Rambert’s voice. "Maybe I’m all wrong in putting love first."
Rieux looked him in the eyes.
"No," he said vehemently, "you are not wrong." (2.9.242-6)
"I suppose you don’t know that Rieux’s wife is in a sanatorium, a hundred miles or so away."
Rambert showed surprise and began to say something; but Tarrou had already left the room.
At a very early hour the next day Rambert rang up the doctor.
"Would you agree to my working with you until I find some way of getting out of town?"
There was a moment’s silence before the reply came.
"Certainly, Rambert. Thanks." (2.9.253-8)
"Then why don’t you stop my going? You could easily manage it."
Rieux shook his head […]. It was none of his business, he said. Rambert had elected for happiness, and he, Rieux, had no argument to put up against him. Personally he felt incapable of deciding which was the right course and which the wrong in such a case as Rambert’s.
"Perhaps […] I, too, would like to do my bit for happiness." (4.2.10-14)