"Because he loves you--that's why he cares! Ay, you needn't start. He loves you, and it's hell to him to feel that another man has you. How many thousand pounds do you think he'd give to kiss this little hand as I kiss it now? I wish he could see me do it!"
"Nonsense, you are crazy.... And so you only care for me to spite him?"
"No, not that. God knows--if there is a God--I love you, Kate, with all there is left of me--except what hates him! That's my life--love for you and hate for him. And I believe I hate him less than I love you, though that's saying a great deal!"
"Oh, I think you love that brandy better than you do me."
"You do? If you say so, I'll never touch it again!"
"Oh, I don't care. I don't want you to give up anything that makes you comfortable."
"Ay, you do love me, don't you, Kate?"
"Come, Richard, our courting days are over. And I must go. Good-by!"
"No, don't go! I feel, somehow, as if I couldn't spare you to-night."
"Shall I pour you out another glass?"