"Remain here and win her—if you dare."
"To what purpose?" said the Wallachian, in a whining voice, and in his impatience he began to tear his clothes and stamp with his feet, like a petted child.
"What I have said stands good," said the Decurio; "whoever remains longest has the sole right to the lady."
"Well, I will stay, of course; but what do I gain by it? I know you will stay, too, and then the devil will have us both; and I speak not only for myself when I say I do not wish that."
"If you do not wish it, you had better be gone."
"Well, I don't care—if you will give me a golden mark."
"Not the half; stay if you like it."
"Decurio, this is madness! The flame will reach the powder immediately."
"I see it."
"Well, say a dollar."