And if you DO, you help her to marry the Baron, your rival.

You are not wise, friend Hathaway." "May I remind you that you have not yet written to your sister, and you may prefer to do it carefully and deliberately ?" Don Caesar arose with a vindictive glance at Paul, and pulled a chair before the table, as the latter placed pen, ink, and paper before him.
"Take your time," he added, folding his arms and walking towards the window.

"Say what you like, and don't let my presence restrain you." The Mexican began to write furiously, then spasmodically, then slowly and reluctantly.

"I war-r-n you, I shall expose all," he said suddenly.
"As you please." "And shall say that if I disappear, you are my murderer--you understand--my MURDERER!" "Don't consult me on a question of epithets, but go on." Don Caesar recommenced his writing with a malign smile.

There was a sudden sharp rap at the door.
Don Caesar leaped to his feet, grasped his papers, and rushed to the door; but Paul was before him.