"Yes, of Bertha, who loved me six years ago!"
"Why, she has barely known me six hours!"
"True, but she loves you six times as much as she does the memory of
Daniel!"
"But I do not care for her, beyond gratitude for sheltering me from pursuit."
"Oh, she has enough love for two of you!"
"Well, to me, one wife or another,—and she is a nice girl,—and, friend Daniel, where shall we go?"
"We?—who?"
"My wife and I," said the other, laughing
"You, comrade? I will manage for you; but your wife will stop here."
"Stop here?"