Now----" "Enough!" Basterga muttered, the keen expression of his face unchanged.
"Softly! Softly! Where are we?
I don't understand.

What is this?
Last night----" "I want not to rake up bygones if you will let them be," Claude answered with a sulky air, half assumed.

"It was you who attacked me." "You puppy!" Grio roared.

"Do you think----" "Enough!" Basterga said again: and his eyes leaving the young man fixed themselves on his companion.

"I begin to understand," he murmured, his voice low, but not the less menacing for that, or for the cat-like purr in it.