“No!” I said; “neither you nor another shall persuade or lead me.”

“Your bed shall be warmed. Goton is sitting up still. She shall make you comfortable: she shall give you a sedative.”

“Madame,” I broke out, “you are a sensualist. Under all your serenity, your peace, and your decorum, you are an undenied sensualist. Make your own bed warm and soft; take sedatives and meats, and drinks spiced and sweet, as much as you will. If you have any sorrow or disappointment⁠—and, perhaps, you have⁠—nay, I know you have⁠—seek your own palliatives, in your own chosen resources. Leave me, however. Leave me , I say!”

“I must send another to watch you, Meess; I must send Goton.”