"Yield, then."
"Never!"
"By Heaven, then, I will make you."
Tightening his clasp about her with one arm, with the other he drew a pistol from his side-pocket, and presented it at her forehead.
"How now?"
"Oh, Bernard, is this the sacred charge that Della left you?"
"Do you give up?"
"No, no! with my latest breath, no!"
"Then I shall fire."
"Fire, then! here is my heart, fire! I would sooner die a thousand deaths, than have my mistress think I was so base a thing as you would make me. You never shall dishonor her while Minny has power to prevent it."