In quelling it I do but attend to my own business.

Do you attend to yours--which seems to be that of meddling in women's matters." This was too much.

There was such odious truth in it that the iron sank deep into Garnache's soul.

The very reflection that such a business should indeed be his, was of itself enough to put him in a rage, without having it cast in his teeth as Tressan had none too delicately done.
He stormed and raged; he waved his arms and thumped the table, and talked of cutting men to ribbons--among which men no doubt he counted my Lord the Seneschal of Dauphiny.

But from the storm of fierce invective, of threats and promises with which he filled the air, the Seneschal gathered with satisfaction the one clear statement that he would take his advice.
"I'll do as you say," Garnache had ended.