"You are too inquisitive, little girl. Has any one sent you over
to me?"

"No. What do you need a ship for?"

Haggart laughs good-naturedly and ironically:

"She asks what a man needs a ship for. You must be a fine set of
people. You don't know what a man needs a ship for! And you speak
seriously? If I had a ship I would have rushed toward the sun. And
it would not matter how it sets its golden sails, I would overtake it
with my black sails. And I would force it to outline my shadow on
the deck of my ship. And I would put my foot upon it this way!"

He stamps his foot firmly. Then Mariet asks, cautiously:

"Did you say with black sails?"

"That's what I said. Why do you always ask questions? I have no
ship, you know. Good-bye."

He puts on his hat, but does not move. Mariet maintains silence.
Then he says, very angrily:

"Perhaps you, too, like the music of your old Dan, that old fool?"

"You know his name?"

"Khorre told me it. I don't like his music, no, no. Bring me a