With these words she threw herself upon my breast, heedless of everything.
'I will take you with me, Iola, if I can—'
'Nay you must—you shall!'
'Yes—yes, at all hazards.'
'Why should I die so young?'
'You will go with me—I promise you,' I replied, heedless of the future; and then she gave me a smile of confiding fondness that would have melted the heart of our old friend Bluebeard.
'My husband will be here anon, and his jealousy—'
'Well—fear him not, Iola; jealousy gives a relish to love—just as musk does to sherbet, or pepper to a kabob,' said I, gaily.
'But alas,' said she, with a shudder, 'the jealousy of a Turk is terrible! Could I teach Hussein that love and respect—or love and affection are two distinct sentiments?'
'Give me but the love, Iola, and bestow the affection on whom you please.'