“ ‘Listen!’ said he. ‘I give you the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. Reflect: promise to be silent, and riches, consideration, even honor, shall surround you; threaten to speak, and I will condemn you to infamy.’

“ ‘You?’ cried I. ‘You?’

“ ‘To interminable, ineffaceable infamy!’

“ ‘You?’ repeated I. Oh, I declare to you, Felton, I thought him mad!

“ ‘Yes, yes, I!’ replied he.

“ ‘Oh, leave me!’ said I. ‘Begone, if you do not desire to see me dash my head against that wall before your eyes!’

“ ‘Very well, it is your own doing. Till tomorrow evening, then!’

“ ‘Till tomorrow evening, then!’ replied I, allowing myself to fall, and biting the carpet with rage.”