the man with exasperating calmness and persistence.

"By God, you shall not go!" said the lawyer.

“By God, I will!” answered the heathen.

It was the first time in their experience together that the servant
had used such language, or such a tone, toward his master.

The lawyer pushed his chair back, and after an instant said, quietly,
“Sam, you must forgive me; I spoke quickly. I do not own you—but tell
me, what have I done—why do you leave me this way, you know I need
you!”

“I will not tell you why I go—you laugh.”

“No, I shall not laugh.”

“You will.”

“I say, I will not.”

“Very well, I go to China to die!”

“Nonsense! You can die here. Haven’t I agreed to send your body back
if you die before I do?”

“I die in four weeks, two days!”

“What!”