"You are killing me with suspense!"
"Nonsense!" briskly.
"You are contemplating violence of some order. I know it, I feel it!"
"Not so loud!" impatiently.
"You are!" she repeated, crushing her hands together.
"Well, all there remains to do is to tell the admiral. He will, perhaps, divide with me."
"How can you be so cruel to me? It is your safety; that is all I wish to be assured of. Oh, I am pitifully weak! I should despise you. Take this chest of money; it is yours. Go to England, to America, and be happy."
"Happy? Do you wish me to be happy?"
"God knows!"
"And you?" curiously.