Ay, for him! For with an enemy ever lying within a league of the gates warrants flew quickly in Geneva.

Men who sleep ill of nights, and take the cock-crow for war's alarum, are suspicious, and, once roused, without ruth or mercy.
There was the joint in his harness.

Once let his name be published with Basterga's,--as must happen if the watch were summoned and the girl spoke out--and no one could say where the matter might end, or what suspicions might not be awakened.

Nay, the matter was worse, more perilous and more lightly balanced; for, setting himself aside, none the less was a brawl that brought up Basterga's name, a thing to be shunned.
The least thing might precipitate the scholar's arrest; his arrest must lead to the loss of the _remedium_, if it existed; and the loss of the _remedium_ to the loss of that which Messer Blondel had come to value the more dearly the more he sacrificed to keep it--the Syndic's life.
He dared not call the watch, and he dared not use violence.

As he awoke to those two facts, he stood blinking in dismayed silence, swallowing his rage, and hating the girl and hating the man with a dumb hatred.
Though the reasons which weighed with him were unknown to the two, they could not be blind to his fear and his baffled mien; and had he been alone they might have taken victory for certain.