"Are you sending me away forever?"
"No."
"Yes, you are, too! You're trying to get rid of me!"
"No, no; but for heaven's sake, get out!"
"Yes, you are; you're throwing me out—getting rid of me because I'm poor, because I don't know how to win you! But how can I win you, if you won't give me a little time?"
She was growing angry; her face became hard. The student clasped his hands and cried:
"You're doing a wicked thing to send me away like this!"
"All right, all right——"
"A wicked thing, because any man that loves as much as I do can do anything. Even if I am poor, some time I might be rich. Even if I am obscure, I might become a noted artist, if you wanted me to. I'd kill, I'd steal for you!"
"For heaven's sake, shut up and get out!"