Fontanares
What is it?
Quinola
Am I in it with you?
Fontanares You? You are the only one who has still a place in my heart. We three will stand together; we will go—
Faustine
Where?
Fontanares
We will go to France.
Faustine Let us start at once; I know these Spaniards, and they are sure to plot your death.
Quinola The resources of Quinola are at the bottom of the sea. Be kind enough to excuse his faults; he will doubtless do better at Paris. Verily, I believe that hell is paved with good inventions.
Final Curtain.
End of Project Gutenberg's The Resources of Quinola, by Honore de Balzac