“But then——”
“But, I tell you, they think no more about it. And he, does he yet live? is he here?”
“I tell you there is no one here; I tell you to think no more of the affairs of this place; I tell you that——”
“I ask you if he is here;”
“Oh, just Heaven! Speak in another manner. Is it possible you still retain so much warmth, after all that has happened?”
“Is he here, or is he not?”
“He is not. But the plague, my son, the plague keeps every one from travelling at present.”
“If the pestilence was all that we need fear—I speak for myself, I have had it, and I fear it not.”
“You had better render thanks to Heaven. And——”
“I do, from the bottom of my heart.”