“No.”
Toward sunset, Dumont, lying by the window, opened his eyes of a dying Lämmergeier:
“My Ilse.”
“Father?”
“What has thou to this man said?”
“That I will be engaged to him if thou approve.”
“He has gained the fight?”
“Today.... And many thousand dollars. The xxvi theatre in Chicago is his when he desires. Riches, leisure, opportunity to study for a career upon his stage, are mine if I desire.”
“Dost thou desire this, little Ilse?”