 To small use you're asking me to leave Anna. She's the one woman of the world for me, and I can't live without her now, I'm thinking. You forget all about her in one week out of port, I bet you. Oh, you don't know the like I am. Death itself wouldn't make me forget her. So let you not be making talk to me about leaving her. I'll not, and be damned to you. It won't be so bad for you as you'd make out at all. She'll be living here in the States, her married to me. You'd be seeing her often, so...