“You won’t answer me? Well, then, let us say your wife dies before the summer is out—”
“Drop it, Fosco!”
“Let us say your wife dies—”
“Drop it, I tell you!”
“In that case, you would gain twenty thousand pounds, and you would lose—”
“I should lose the chance of three thousand a year.”
“The remote chance, Percival—the remote chance only. And you want money, at once. In your position the gain is certain—the loss doubtful.”