"No. But you are proposing that I should ally myself with the man of all others whom I have reason to hate."
"You hate Spicca?" Orsino was passing from one surprise to another.
"Whether I hate him or not, is another matter. I ought to."
"At all events he does not hate you."
"I know he does not. That makes it no easier for me. I could not accept his help."
"All this is so mysterious that I do not know what to say," said Orsino, thoughtfully. "The fact remains, and it is bad enough. You need help urgently. You are in the power of a servant who tells your friends that you are insane and thrusts false addresses upon them, for purposes which I cannot explain."
"Nor I either, though I may guess."
"It is worse and worse. You cannot even be sure of the motives of this woman, though you know the person or persons by whom she is forced upon you. You cannot get rid of her yourself and you will not let any one else help you."
"Not Count Spicca."
"And yet I am sure that he would do much for you. Can you not even tell me why you hate him, or ought to hate him?"