I know that you can do nothing without me, as you know it yourself.

But in your friendship I can never trust--never!--still less can I believe that any words of mine can affect your happiness, unless they be those you need for the experiment itself.

Those, at least, I have not refused to pronounce." While she was speaking, Keyork began to walk up and down the room, in evident agitation, twisting his fingers and bending down his head.
"My accursed folly!" he exclaimed, as though speaking to himself.

"My damnable ingenuity in being odious! It is not to be believed! That a man of my age should think one thing and say another--like a tetchy girl or a spoilt child! The stupidity of the thing! And then, to have the idiotic utterances of the tongue registered and judged as a confession of faith--or rather, of faithlessness! But it is only just--it is only right--Keyork Arabian's self is ruined again by Keyork Arabian's vile speeches, which have no more to do with his self than the clouds on earth have with the sun above them! Ruined, ruined--lost, this time.

Cut off from the only living being he respects--the only being whose respect he covets; sent back to die in his loneliness, to perish like a friendless beast, as he is, to the funereal music of his own irrepressible snarling! To growl himself out of the world, like a broken-down old tiger in the jungle, after scaring away all possible peace and happiness and help with his senseless growls! Ugh! It is perfectly just, it is absolutely right and supremely horrible to think of! A fool to the last, Keyork, as you always were--and who would make a friend of such a fool ?" Unorna leaned upon the back of the chair watching him, and wondering whether, after all, he were not in earnest this time.