"And up to thirteen at least I know you were very highly educated--You understand something of life, I expect." "Life!" she said--and now there was a concentrated essence of bitterness in her voice.

"_Mon Dieu!_ Life--and men!" "Yes, you probably think you know men." She lifted her upper lip a little, and showed her even teeth--it was like an animal snarling.
"I know that they are either selfish weaklings, or cruel, hateful brutes like Ladislaus, or clever, successful financiers like you, my uncle.
That is enough! Something we women must be always sacrificed to." "Well, you don't know Englishmen--" "Yes, I remember my father very well; cold and hard to my darling mother"-- and here her voice trembled a little--"he only thought of himself, and to rush to England for sport--and leave her alone for months and months: selfish and vile--all of them!" "In spite of that I have found you an English husband whom you will be good enough to take, madame," Francis Markrute announced authoritatively.
She gave a little laugh--if anything so mirthless could be called a laugh.
"You have no power over me; I shall do no such thing." "I think you will," the financier said with quiet assurance, "if I know you.

There are terms, of course--" She glanced at him sharply: the expression in those somber eyes was often alert like a wild animal's, about to be attacked; only she had trained herself generally to keep the lids lowered.
"What are the terms ?" she asked.
And as she spoke Francis Markrute thought of the black panther in the Zoo, which he was so fond of going to watch on Sunday mornings, she reminded him so of the beast at the moment.
He had been constrained up to this, but now, the question being one of business, all his natural ease of manner returned, and he sat down opposite her and blew rings of smoke from his cigar.
"The terms are that the boy Mirko, your half-brother, shall be provided for for life.

He shall live with decent people, and have his talent properly cultivated--" He stopped abruptly and remained silent.
Countess Shulski clasped her hands convulsively in her lap, and with all the pride and control of her voice there was a note of anguish, too, which would have touched any heart but one so firmly guarded as Francis Markrute's.
"Ah, God!" she said so low that he could only just hear her, "I have paid the price of my body and soul once for them.

It is too much to ask it of me a second time--" "That is as you please," said the financier.
He seldom made a mistake in his methods with people.