He meant to ask another question.
"Sit down--sit down, jackass!" shouted some of the more raucous of the crowd, but the man was stubborn.

He stretched out an arm towards Carnac.
"Bien, look here, my son, you take my advice.

Pursue the primrose path into the meadows of matrimony." Again Carnac shrank, but his mind rallied courageously, and he said: "There are other people who want to ask questions, perhaps." He turned to Barode Barouche.

"I don't suggest my opponent has planned this heckling, but he can see it does no good.

I'm not to be floored by catch-penny tricks.