Since his funeral should occur on the same day, how could he fight with Vergilius?
"You dare not," the latter added, fiercely; "and before these men I denounce you as a coward--a coward who fears to raise a hand." His arm was extended, his finger at the face of the Jew, now white with passion.

Half a moment passed in which there was no word.
"You living carrion!" said the young knight, turning and walking away.
"I am done with you." He took the hand of the poor slave Cyran, and walked to the farther side of the atrium.

He turned, still white with anger as if unsatisfied.
"Pet of harlots!" said he, fiercely.

"It is time for some one to stand for the honor of good women.

If you do but speak her name again before me I will run you through." Receiving no answer, he departed with Cyran, while the others gathered about their host.
There was a heavy rumble in the throat of Antipater--a tiger-like, Herodian trait--and then a volley of oaths came out of it.