Some one made a remark to that effect.
"But, Prince," the man said, "would you second your own son in an affair without knowing the cause of the quarrel ?" "Sir," returned the old man, proudly, "my son asked my assistance; I did not sell it to him for his confidence." People knew the old man's obstinacy, and had to be satisfied with his short answers, for he was himself as quarrelsome as a Berserker or as one of his own irascible ancestors.
He met Donna Tullia in the street.

She stopped her carriage, and beckoned him to come to her.

She looked paler than Saracinesca had ever seen her, and was much excited.
"How could you let them fight ?" were her first words.
"It could not be helped.

The quarrel was too serious.

No one would more gladly have prevented it than I; but as my son had so desperately insulted Del Ferice, he was bound to give him satisfaction." "Satisfaction!" cried Donna Tullia.