She rose up and said with violence,
"Well, no! I cannot have any more of it! It is at an end! it is at an end!"
Then, placing her two hands on her lover's shoulders, and looking at him straight in the face, she asked,
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"Really and truly?"
"Yes."
"Then keep me."
He exclaimed,
"Keep you? In my own house? Here? Why you are mad. It would mean losing you for ever; losing you beyond hope of recall! You are mad!"