"Yes, I'll go because you tell me to. But—hero or thief—I'd be anything to stay with you, anything for you! Alicia, oh, my Alicia, I'll do anything you want me to—yes, by God, if I get twenty years for it!"
The poor, innocent young chap, without suspecting it, was uttering a great phrase; he was laying all his youth at the feet of this ungrateful woman—offering her the same treasure of youth to gain which Faust lost his soul.
Alicia already had the door open.
"Good-by," she whispered. "Do get out! Manuel might come!"
"When am I going to see you again?"
"Oh, some time."
"When?"
"I don't know. Won't you go?"
"To-morrow?"
"No."