“Well, let me inform you that your life is in danger here; if you are a wise man, you will not fail to leave this neighbourhood this night”.
“But no one knows—”
“It is known, Hogarth: your friends are false, and your enemies crafty. You will have to walk with your eyes open, my friend. What will you do with all the money?”
“I will buy the world, because you are in it”.
Now she flashed upon him one glance, in which there was astonishment, and judgment.
“You said that so like my father! Hogarth among the dealers? I thought you would be more squeamish, and arduous, and complex”.
“But if a man is famished, he is not complex, he runs to the baker's. You can have no conception how I perish! And I cannot be contradicted-I claim you-I have the right-I am the lord of this lower world—”
“But you do not see the effect of your words: you disappoint me Richard. How of what the poet sings:
...this is my favoured lot,
My exaltation to afflictions high?
That is more in your line, you know, but you are dazzled, Hogarth-fie. To buy me! And how would you like me afterwards, having renounced my obligations? And how would I like you-I whose name is Rebekah, who will mate with none but a wrestler, a fellow of heroic muscle? I feel certain that you are dazzled. It is natural, I suppose—But are all the people in the world so happy, that you too, can find nothing to occupy you but the market-place, with its buying and selling? And to buy me? I am not for sale! How dare you, Hogarth?”