"What if I intend to rescue you?"
"You?" he said, looking at me, and thrusting his hands in his pockets. "What part of me will you defend?"
"Your honor, Lorand."
Lorand drew back at these words.
"My honor?"
"And mine:—You know that father left us one in common, one we cannot divide—his unsullied name. It is entirely mine, just as it is entirely yours."
Lorand shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Let it be yours entirely: I give over my claim."
This indifference towards the most sacred ideas quite embittered me. I was beside myself, I must break out.
"Yes, because you wish to take the name of a wandering actor, and to elope with a woman who has a husband."