"You are satisfied, Messer Syndic?
Yes.

Farewell, young sir, you have my last word." And while the young man stood glowering at him, he opened the street door, and the two passed out.
"You will not go on with this ?" Blondel muttered with a backward gesture, as the two paused.
"Nothing," Basterga answered in a low voice, "will suit our purpose better.

It will amuse Geneva and fill men's mouths till the time come.
For you too, Messer Blondel," he continued, with a piercing look, "will live and not die, I take it ?" The other knew then that the hour had come to set his seal to the bargain: and equally, that if at this eleventh hour he would return, the path was open.

But _facilis_--known is the rest, and the grip which a strong nature gains on a weaker, and how hardly fear, once admitted, is cast out.

Within the Syndic's sight rose one of the gates, almost within touch rose the rampart of the city, long his own, which he was asked to betray.