"And you, Anthony? What if I died, and asked to have the jewels I loved because you'd given them, put on my body to lie there till eternity, and—"
"Don't," Anthony cut her short. "There are some things I can't listen to from you."
"And some things you can't do. You may think you could, but—Go and take the golden pyramid out of those golden hands if you can!"
"I shall not take it," said Anthony, "I shall never take it now. You must know that."
"I'm not saying I shan't go on loving you if you go against me. I shall love you always. I can't help that. But—"
"That's it: the 'but'. Let it all go! At least, we've had the adventure. And we've got Love. I don't want the treasure, now. Or the secret. I give up my part in them forever."
"For me?"
"Yes, for you. But there's something more."
"Another reason?"
"I think so. Frankly, it isn't all for you. Only, you've made me feel it. Without you, I might have felt it—but too late. If there's a drop of Egyptian blood in my veins—why, yes, it must be that, telling me the same thing that you have told. This Egyptian queen may lose her treasure, and must lose her secret; but it won't be through me."