“Come! your companions are all in the boats. Let me take you to them.”
“And you?”
“They are leaving me in the ship! no matter! Come!”
“Why do they leave you?”
“There is no room in the boats! Come! come! there is not an instant to be lost!”
“No! I will not enter the lifeboat! I will remain with the wreck! I am not afraid of death at all,” she answered, with that iron resolution that he seldom ever saw in any other human being.
“But it is your duty to try and save your life! Heaven and earth! there is no time to argue this point! The ship is doomed! the boats are leaving her! Come!” he rapidly and eagerly exclaimed.
“My mind is made up! I will share the fate of—the ship!” she answered, calmly.
“Then I will save you whether you will or not!” he cried, hastily laying hands on her.
“Stop! Don’t dare to use force with me, Mr. Rosenthal!” she exclaimed, in a tone that made his hands fall from her person as if they had been struck off.