“To your house! Then you have come to kill me! Ah, cruel! And this is your friendship! Frightful sarcasm! You give me happiness and then snatch it from me. Why did you not let me die that night?”
“Hush, unfortunate boy!” replied Death, with solemn sadness. “Thou sayest that thou knowest happiness. How thou dost deceive thyself! This I ask thee. How dost thou know it?”
“Elena is my happiness, I renounce all else.”
“To-morrow thou wilt see more clearly.”
“Kill me, then!” shrieked Tito, with desperation.
“It would be useless.”
“Kill her then! Kill us both!”
“Thou ravest!”
“To go to your house! my God!”