"The masses will be reduced to a handful of men, most of them adventurers who will do more harm than good."
"Stop, you weary me. Adieu, egotist, I wash my hands of what will happen to you."
"But before leaving in this hostile fashion, give me your hand as formerly, Ivas, and may God's will be done!"
Ivas hesitated.
"No," cried he. "I have ceased to be your friend, and in the future I will be your enemy."
"Are you insane, Ivas?"
"I belong entirely, body and soul, to the cause of the revolution; no more friendship. Good-night."
"Wait a moment."
"You will give us the money?"
"Impossible."