Yes," he continued, seizing the astounded Margari by the cravat, "you are a refined scoundrel.

You persuaded my dear nephew Coloman to take that false step and then you yourself changed the forty florins into forty thousand.

You wanted to ruin the young man's future and bring a slur upon the family.
I know everything.

His honour the magistrate told me all about it yesterday, and that is why I hand you over to the law for punishment." And with that he shook him so violently that he fell on his back again, this time into a bed of tomatoes, whereby his white linen pantaloons very speedily became stained with the national colours.[43] [Footnote 43: Red, white and green.] The dialogue that thereupon ensued no shorthand reporter could have reproduced, for the pair of them began forthwith to rave and storm at one another with all their might, stamping, swearing, shaking their fists, and loading each other with abuse.

When they had got as far as calling each other robber and scoundrel, the magistrate thought it high time to interfere, and at his command Margari was torn forcibly out of the tomato bed, led to a hackney coach and thrust inside; yet even then he put his head out of the window and shouted that he did not mean to sit in prison alone but would very soon have Mr.John Lapussa there also, as his companion.