She did not know; and for him his acts spoke.
"It was this that Louis Gentilis was seeking ?" she murmured.
"What else ?" he retorted, opening and shutting his hands.

"Had I told him the truth, as I have told you, the thing had been in my grasp now!" "But are you sure," she ventured to ask with respect, "that it will do these things, Messer Blondel ?" He flung up his hands in a gesture of impatience.

"And more! And more!" he cried.

"It is life and strength, I tell you! Health and youth! For body or mind, for the old or the young! But enough! Enough, girl!" he resumed in an altered tone, a tone grown peremptory and urgent.

"Get it me! Do you hear?
Stand no longer talking! At any moment they may return, and--and it may be too late." Too late! It was too late already.