"But we are friends, pals. I ask you, as a great favour, to be sensible, and––"
"I asked you as a great favour not to go up Mont Blanc. Things happen. I have a feeling that something might happen to you. I should be—wretched while you were gone. I couldn't sit still under the suspense, feeling as I do. So I would follow your example."
"There'd be no danger for me. There might be death for you."
"Well, then, you can save my life if you like, by not going. If you don't go, I won't."
"Of all the brutal tyrants who have tyrannised over mankind––"
"I heard you say once that you would like to have been a professional tyrant. Why shouldn't I qualify for the part?"
"You are cruel to put me in such a position."
"You are cruel to make me do it, for your own selfish amusement."
"By Jove! You talk like an exacting woman!"
The blood rushed to his face so hotly that it forced water into the brilliant eyes of wild-chicory blue.