"I begin to comprehend.

This is one of your tricks, Messer Grio.
One of the clever tricks you play in your cups! Some day you'll do that in them will--No!" repressing the bully as he attempted to rise.

"Have done now and let us understand.

The 'Bible and Hand,' eh?
'Twas there, I suppose, you and this youth met, and----" "Quarrelled," said Claude sullenly.

"That's all." "And you followed him hither ?" "No, I did not." "No?
Then how come you here ?" Basterga asked, his eyes still watchful.
"In this house, I mean?
'Tis not easy to find." "My father lodged here," Claude vouchsafed.