"Perhaps, if you've—calmed yourself down—a bit," he said, "you'll be so good as—to come to business. What do you want me to do?"
"You know as well as I do," answered Aurora.
"You want me to leave this place?"
"Yes; for ever."
"And to take what you give me—and be satisfied."
"Yes."
"What if I refuse?"
She turned sharply upon him as he asked this question, and looked at him for a few moments in silence.
"What if I refuse?" he repeated, still smoking.
"Look to yourself!" she cried, between her set teeth; "that's all. Look to yourself!"