"Gently! gently!"
"At eleven, or half-past, they leave the café. We can wait for him about there, and then administer a little corporal punishment."
"Gently! gently! gently!"
"Are you a man, or are you not, Don Segis?"
This question, innocent as it was, produced great perturbation in the mind of the chaplain, to judge by the series of faces and agitated gestures which he made before he could find his voice.
"Who? I? I would never have believed that a friend and coadjutor could say such a thing to me!"
Then he turned aside in great emotion, and raised his handkerchief to his eyes, which shed some tears.
"Well, men should comport themselves as men. Come along, and let us chastise this rascal."
"Come along!" replied the chaplain in a firm tone, as he turned in the direction of his house.
"Not that way, Don Segis."