"Intention?" "To get hold of her. I was confronted at last, as never yet, with all the risk attached even now to sounding my own horrid note. Dante looked terribly angry and repeated while they laughed: --Very nice! Ha! Very nice! It was not nice about the spit in the woman's eye. "Why, all that WE know--and heaven knows what else besides!" Then, as she released me, I made it out to her, made it out perhaps only now with full coherency even to myself.