Promise me that, whatever happens, you will not strike the first blow.' 'I do.' 'Promise me again, that you will not argue with her.' 'What then ?' 'Contradict, denounce, defy.

But give no reasons.

If you do, you are lost.

She is subtler than the serpent, skilled in all the tricks of logic, and you will become a laughing-stock, and run away in shame.
Promise me.' 'I do.' 'Then go.' 'When ?' 'The sooner the better.

At what hour does the accursed woman lecture to-morrow, Peter ?' 'We saw her going to the Museum at nine this morning.' 'Then go at nine to-morrow.