My papa saved his life. Even through everything, we saved his portrait. Even when we froze, Pa wouldn't burn it. We're real Bonapartists, you know?

[Her sulk deepens] He shan't have the chance. I'm going. I know where I ain't wanted, and you might explain to Nadine the lies you have told me and see what she says then? Feed you to Flagg if he is so bad, I should imagine.