"That is all." Apparently Blondel was not listening, for "The Duke must be mad!" he ejaculated, as the other uttered his last word.
"Oh no." "Mad!" the Syndic repeated harshly, his eyes still shaded by his hand.
"Does he think," with bitterness, "that I am the man to run through the streets crying 'Viva Savoia!' To raise a hopeless _emeute_ at the head of the drunken ruffians who, since the war, have been the curse of the place! And be thrown into the common jail, and hurried thence to the scaffold! If he looks for that----" "He does not." "He is mad." "He does not," Basterga repeated, unmoved.

"The Grand Duke is as sane as I am." "Then what does he expect ?" But the big man laughed.

"No, no, Messer Blondel," he said.

"You push me too far.

You mean nothing, and meaning nothing, all's said and done.