It was too stupid; she refused to answer any more and conceived the idea of slamming the door in his face.
"Nana, will you marry me ?" She slammed the door.

He opened it with one hand while he brought the other and the scissors out of his pocket.

And with one great stab he simply buried them in his breast.
Nana, meanwhile, had felt conscious that something dreadful would happen, and she had turned round.

When she saw him stab himself she was seized with indignation.
"Oh, what a fool he is! What a fool! And with my scissors! Will you leave off, you naughty little rogue?
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" She was scared.

Sinking on his knees, the boy had just given himself a second stab, which sent him down at full length on the carpet.