"No!"
"Yes, you will. And you'll also contrive it so the Englishman asks you to dance. Do you hear what I say? And you'll find out where he comes from, and when he arrived in Ausone, and where he is going, and whatever else you can worm out of him!" He glared at her. "Disobey if you dare," he added.
She was silent.
After a moment he continued in a softer voice:
"Do you want to see me in prison and my son in New Caledonia? Very well, then; do what the Government tells you to do."
"I—I've done enough—filthy work——" she stammered. "Why must I? I have never done anything wrong——"
"Did you hear what I said? Do you want to see Jacques in Noumea?"
"No," she said sullenly.
"Then do what I tell you, or, by God, they'll ship him there and me too!"
And he clasped his hands behind his back, peered sideways at her, shrugged, and went shuffling out of the enclosure.