"How thief?"
"You would steal my wife from me."
"How your wife?"
"Why, Bertha;—she promised to marry me six long years ago, and she would have married me, if you had not come and stolen her heart."
"Why, you yourself gave her to me!"
"Ah! I owed you a debt I had to pay. 'Tis paid now. I thought you gone, and the marriage knocked on the head; but now, you've come back, and won't go again!"
"But, Daniel"—
"Don't Daniel me, I say, and don't speak loud; at least, she sha'n't see you taken off. Lie quiet for her sake, and show your love for her that way."
"And so you'll give me up, old friend, whose life I saved?"
"Saved!—you saved it once, and I saved yours. You took away my hope when you robbed me of my wife;—now I give you a like return."