There was no surprise upon his face, no flush of anger, no expression of amaze or indignation; only the look which had paralyzed Rock on his entrance; he stood still and mute.
The Seraph looked at him, a great dread seizing him lest he should have seemed himself to cast this foul thing on his brother-in-arms; and in that dread all the fierce fire of his freshly-loosened passion broke its bounds.
"Damnation! Cecil, can't you hear me! A hound has brought against you the vilest charge that ever swindlers framed: an infamy that he deserves to be shot for, as if he were a dog.

He makes me stand before you as if I were your accuser; as if I doubted you; as if I lent an ear one second to this loathsome lie.

I sent for you to confront him, and to give him up to the law.

Stand out, you scoundrel, and let us see how you dare look at us now!" He swung round at the last words, and signed to Baroni to rise from the couch were he sat.

The Jew advanced slowly, softly.
"If your lordship will pardon me, you have scarcely made it apparent what the matter is for which the gentleman is wanted.