"I will save Claridge Pasha, if it is possible.

It is no boast.

I will do it, if it can be done at all, if it is God's will that it should be done; and in doing it I shall be conscious that you and I will do nothing together again--never! But that will not stop me; it will make me do it, the last right thing, before the end." She was so quiet, so curiously quiet.

Her words had a strange solemnity, a tragic apathy.

What did it mean?
He had gone too far, as he had done before.