'—they would never have lent their brutal suffrage to the proscription list of Robespierre.'
'Rose-Marie, today I care not what this young man says.'
'He says—look, I've got the book in my pocket—'
'I will not look.'
'He says, could a set of men whose passions were not perverted by unnatural stimuli—that's coffee, of course—gaze with coolness on an auto-da-fè?'
'I engage to gaze with heat on any auto-da-fè I may encounter if only you will quickly—'
'He says—'
'Put down the book, Rose-Marie, and see to the getting of coffee.'
'But he says—'
'Let him say it, and see to the coffee.'