You have still a good chance.

She is more nearly in love with you than she suspects.

A little good judgment on your part, my friend, and you will win.

She will marry you, and when she have done so, zen you may with impunity toss Mr.Landover in the sea,--but not now, my friend, not now." "By Jove, you've got me guessing, Madame Obosky," he exclaimed, frankly puzzled.

"I can't make you out at all." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Zat is because I am a thousand years old and very, oh, so very wise, Mr.Percivail," she returned, with a smile.