The power he possessed was something terrible, and I had to struggle to the utmost to remain unconquered.

His efforts were in vain, however, and, for the time, at all events, the battle was not with him.
"Will you sit down, Mr.Voltaire ?" I said, after a minute's perfect silence.
He sat down as if in astonishment.
"Might I ask your business ?" I asked as coolly as I could.
This question either aroused his anger, or he began to play a part.
"Yes," he said; "you will know my business at your cost.

I thought you had found out before this that I was not the man either to be disobeyed or trifled with." I did not think it wise to speak.
"I have come to tell you," he went on, "that you cannot escape my power, that you cannot disobey me and not suffer.

Remember this: I conquered you, and you are my slave." Still I did not think it wise to reply.
"You think," he continued, "because you have realized some immunity from the power I wield, that I have left you.

I have not, and it is greater than ever.