I think it must have served its owner in his useful labours at the dyer's vat before his master made him noble." Now it was Hugh's turn to colour, but when he understood the insult Grey Dick could contain himself no more.
"Ay, Sir Cheat and Traitor," he said in his hissing voice.

"The vat in which it has been dipped was that of the life-blood of your dupe, Sir Pierre de la Roche, and of many a nobler Norman.

Oh, did we not stand where we do I'd thrust it down your false throat, and with it twist out your slanderous tongue." "Peace, peace!" cried the Doge, while those present who understood English translated Dick's wild words to their neighbours, and Cattrina laughed mockingly at the success of his sneer.

"Have I not said that such words are unseemly?
Ah! I thought it; well, my lord, you have brought it on yourself." For while he spoke, the page, a mincing young man tied up with bows and ribbon like a woman, had lifted the glove.

Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he returned it to Hugh with a low, mock bow, being careful as he did so, as all might see, to tread upon Dick's foot and hustle him.