"You say this because you are in your own house! Come out and say it here! Come out with me!"
The baron looked at him with smiling curiosity.
"Calm yourself, calm yourself, Uncle Diego."
"Come out and fight with me! with sword, pistol, or what you like."
"Very well, man, very well. We will come out and kill each other; but it will only be to please you."
He then went with uncertain steps to the cupboard, and with some difficulty, for it was now completely dark, he put his hands into the press, and feeling about, drew forth two large cavalry swords.
"Take one," he said, handing one to the chaplain.
Fray Diego drew it from its sheath and began to fence with it. Whilst making these experiments Don Francisco regarded him with great satisfaction.
"Well, let us go," said the priest returning the weapon to its sheath. "Quick, march."
And taking his shovel-hat that was lying on the floor, and concealing the sword under his robes, he passed out of the door. The baron caught up his cap, put on a heavy overcoat and followed him.