“Faith! pleasure is the fairest climax of life. Let us go to Asia; but to start, my child, one needs much gold, and to have gold one must set one’s affairs in order.”
She understood no part of these ideas.
“Gold! There is a pile of it here—as high as that,” she said holding up her hand.
“It is not mine.”
“What does that matter?” she went on; “if we have need of it let us take it.”
“It does not belong to you.”
“Belong!” she repeated. “Have you not taken me? When we have taken it, it will belong to us.”
He gave a laugh.
“Poor innocent! You know nothing of the world.”
“Nay, but this is what I know,” she cried, clasping Henri to her.