The meekness of such a mischief-doer was revolting and called for the lash.
'Do me the favour to name the sum. I am curious to learn what my imbecility was counted worth.'
'No sum was named.'
'Have I been bought for a song?'
'It was a suggestion—no definite... nothing stipulated.'
'You were to receive money!'
'Leave me a bit of veiling! No, you shall behold me the thing I am. Listen... I was poor...'
'You might have applied to me.'
'For money! That I could not do:
'Better than betraying me, believe me.'