'In the end,' said Binat, with gravity, 'Monsieur will descend alive into hell, as I have descended.' And he laughed.
'You must come to the dance, too,' said Dick; 'I shall want you.' 'For my face?
I knew it would be so.

For my face?
My God! and for my degradation so tremendous! I will not.

Take him away.

He is a devil.
Or at least do thou, Celeste, demand of him more.' The excellent Binat began to kick and scream.
'All things are for sale in Port Said,' said Madame.

'If my husband comes it will be so much more.