Ethel Lillian Voynich. The gadfly (№ 135585)

... You, of course, you'll tell her about this? (on the death of He)
- No, I can't! You better directly ask me to go and kill her. How do I tell her how?
Martini closed his eyes with his hands. And not opening them felt like a startled mule. He lifted his head. Gemma stood in the doorway.
Did you hear Cerise? she said. - It's all over. He was shot.