And though the fault was not mine, he would have sent me to prison if I had not had a letter for him." "Oh!" And returning with a manifest effort to the tone and manner of a few minutes before:-- "Impiger, Iracundus, Inexorabilis, acer Jura neget sibi nata, nihil non arroget armis," he hummed.

"I doubt if such manners will be appreciated in Geneva, young man," and furtively he wiped his brow.

"To old stagers like my friend here who has given his proofs of fidelity to the State, some indulgence is granted----" "I see that," Claude answered with sarcasm.
"I am saying it.

But you, if you will not be warned, will soon find or make the town too hot for you." "He will find this house too hot for him!" growled his companion, who had made more than one vain attempt to assert himself.

"And that to-day! To-day! Perdition, I know him now," he continued, fixing his bloodshot eyes on the young man, "and if he crows here as he crowed last night, his comb must be cut! As well soon as late, for there will be no living with him! There, don't hold me, man! Let me at him!" And he tried to rise.
"Fool, have done!" Basterga replied, still restraining him, but only by the exertion of considerable force.