Again he puffed and blew like a walrus.
“I won’t answer for anything! … If Erik’s secrets cease to be Erik’s secrets, it will be a bad lookout for a goodly number of the human race! That’s all I have to tell you, and unless you are a great booby, it ought to be enough for you … except that you don’t know how to take a hint.”
He had sat down on the stern of his boat and was kicking his heels against the planks, waiting to hear what I had to answer. I simply said:
“It’s not Erik that I’m after here!”
“Who then?”
“You know as well as I do: it’s Christine Daaé,” I answered.
He retorted:
“I have every right to see her in my own house. I am loved for my own sake.”
“That’s not true,” I said. “You have carried her off and are keeping her locked up.”
“Listen,” he said. “Will you promise never to meddle with my affairs again, if I prove to you that I am loved for my own sake?”
“Yes, I promise you,” I replied, without hesitation, for I felt convinced that for such a monster the proof was impossible.
“Well, then, it’s quite simple. … Christine Daaé shall leave this as she pleases and come back again! … Yes, come back again, because she wishes … come back of herself, because she loves me for myself! …”