“Yes. But wreaking vengeance for Fanny’s treachery on her lover doesn’t strike me as just.”
“That doesn’t matter to me. One thing alone would make me forgo my revenge.”
“What?”
“The fact that it might harm you in any way. You have been good to me,” murmured Esther, blushing.
“No, you can’t harm me in any way. But you could harm yourself. Fanny has a horrible temper.”
“Would you care to come here tomorrow?”
“I? Why, what right have I to meddle?”
“Aren’t you a friend of mine?”
“Yes.”
“Then come.”