“Nay,” he laughed; “I’m not daggeroso.”
“But he’ll do something to you. You don’t know him.”
“All right,” he said, “we’ll see.”
“And you’ll let him?”
“Perhaps, if I can’t help it.”
“And if he kills you?” she said.
“I should be sorry, for his sake and mine.”
Clara was silent for a moment.
“You DO make me angry!” she exclaimed.
“That’s nothing afresh,” he laughed.