"Will you have gold,—all my gold?"
"No, I have enough."
"Have you an enemy? I will kill him."
"I have no enemy."
"Will you be my wife? I'll marry you."
"I am married."
"What would you, then? Oh, what would you?"
"Prove to me that your passion for me is blind,—furious! And that you would sacrifice all to it."
"Ah!—yes—all. But how?"
"I do not know,—but a moment since your eyes fascinated me. If again you give me one of those marks of intense love, which excite the imagination of a woman to madness, I know not of what I should not be capable. Make haste, then, for I am capricious, and to-morrow, perhaps, all the impression will be effaced."