 If you refuse to continue living with me until the 11th of February, I shall commit suicide by throwing myself into the Seine. Now, may I permit her to do this? I said, no, you may not do evil. The good may come from it, and furthermore, she will not commit suicide. It got to be about midnight. Where are you going? I said, to Montmartre. He said, I was just beginning to think you were all right.