I tell you now, madam, I shall not be.

Your entreaties will have no weight.

When the time comes for you to leave _Nissr_, I trust you will go quietly, with no distressing scene." A certain grimness showed in the woman's face, making it sternly heroic as the face of Medea or Zenobia.

She answered: "Do you think me the type that entreats, that sheds tears, that exercises wiles ?" "We won't discuss your personality, madam! This interview is drawing to an end.

Until we reach land, nothing can be done.