It will be the end this time.

She is drunk with her love of you and mad with her hatred of me." Unorna grew suddenly pale, and would have again sprung forward.

But the Wanderer stopped her and held her arm.

At the same time he looked into Kafka's eyes and raised one hand as though in warning.
"Be silent!" he exclaimed.
"And if I speak, what then ?" asked the Moravian with his evil smile.
"I will silence you," answered the Wanderer coldly.

"Your madness excuses you, perhaps, but it does not justify me in allowing you to insult a woman." Kafka's anger took a new direction.