They reckoned up their services, they measured the degrees of their love for Jesus, they became heated and noisy, and even reviled one another without restraint.

Peter roared, all red with anger.

John was quiet and pale, with trembling hands and biting speech.

Their quarrel had already passed the bounds of decency, and the Master had begun to frown, when Peter looked up by chance on Judas, and laughed self-complacently: John, too, looked at Judas, and also smiled.

Each of them recalled what the cunning Judas had said to him.