"If Dave will take the gold," said Clive.
"See?" she smiled. "Gold isn't the most important thing in the world. I'm much more valuable than all the gold you can ever use."
"There must be other women in the galaxy that Dave can console himself with," Clive said. "That gold would certainly help him find her."
"I was just about to suggest the same thing, pertaining to you," I said. "But as far as I'm concerned, Rosemary is my choice. She doesn't care whether I'm wealthy or not."
"There must be a solution to this problem," Clive said.
"There is," said Rosemary.
Clive rose to his feet and I did too. Rosemary didn't seem to expect this and she was late getting up.
"In politics," said Clive, "it is known as the coup d'etat."
He swung and I swung. Then we both swung while Rosemary screamed. Suddenly everything got black.
When I woke up, I thought I had underestimated Clive, but I saw him sleeping peacefully and I also observed he had a lump on his head, like I had. Rosemary was sitting on a chunk of marble watching us, holding a small stout club in her hand.