I need only say that I extorted at last from Eveena a clear statement of the trifle at issue, which flatly contradicted those of the four participants in the squabble.

She began to suggest a means of proving the truth, and they broke into angry clamour.

Silencing them all peremptorily, I drew Eveena into my own chamber, and, when assured that we were unheard, reproved her for proposing to support her own word by evidence.
"Do you think," I said, "that any possible proof would induce me to doubt you, or add anything to the assurance I derive from your word ?" "But," she urged, "that cannot be just to others.

They must feel it very hard that your love for me makes you take all I say for truth." "Not my love, but my knowledge.

'Be not righteous overmuch.' Don't forget that they _know_ the truth as well as you." I would hear no more, and passed to the matter I had at heart....
Earnestly, and in a sense sincerely, as upon my second audience I had thanked the Campta for his munificent gifts, no day passed that I would not thankfully have renounced the wealth he had bestowed if I could at the same time have renounced what was, in intention and according to Martial ideas, the most gracious and most remarkable of his favours.