He ceased to struggle, nodded sulkily and sat back.
He stretched out his hand, took a long draught, and having emptied his jug, "Here's Geneva!" he said, wiping his lips with the air of a man who had given a toast.

"Only don't let him cross me! That is all.

Where is the wench ?" "She has gone upstairs," Basterga answered with one eye on Claude.

He seemed to be unable to shake off a secret doubt of him.
"Then let her come down," Grio answered with a grin, half drunken, half brutal, "and make her show sport.

Here, you there," to the young man who shared Claude's table, "call her down and----" "Sit still!" Basterga growled, and he trod--Claude was almost sure of it--on the bully's foot.