"You will not go up." "Fool! Will you prevent us ?" "You will not go up! No!" In the very act of falling on the lad, Basterga recoiled.

Claude had not been idle while the others disputed.

He had gone to the corner for his sword, and it was the glittering point, suddenly whipped out and flickered before his eyes that gave the scholar pause, and made him leap back.

"Pollux!" he cried, "are you mad?
Put down! Put down! Do you see the Syndic?
Do you know," he continued, stamping his foot, "that it is penal to draw in Geneva ?" "I know that you are not going upstairs!" Claude answered gently.

He was radiant.