"And if I don't do as I agree—"
"I'd produce the contract and prove your marriage to Fargus void. You see how it protects me?"
"And suppose Fargus dies?" she persisted. "You see I want to know all."
"In that case," he said cheerily, "We should probably—after a decent period—get married ourselves."
"That's what I wanted to know!" she cried, hurling the contract angrily away. "Very well. I will never, never sign such a paper, never!"
She began to whip up and down the room like a panther, her lips moving, repeating incessantly, "Never, never!"
Bofinger, without shifting, allowed her passion to run its limit. Then when, from its very violence, exhaustion compelled her at last to fall into a chair, he said softly:
"So, so. Then, my dear, you had no idea of holding to the agreement, had you? Come now, why are you so furious? Because you find that I am not to be tricked? Take the pen and sign."
She shook her head weakly and put it away with her hand, as a child refusing medicine.