'Not while her lost ring stands against her; and thou, her private agent for its recovery.'
'True; from the mud.'
'Well, if thou think'st so.'
'Dost thou not?'
'Ay; for as mud is mud, Narcisso is Narcisso.'
'Narcisso!'
He roared, and stared.
'Has he got it?'
'I do not say so.'
'I will go carve the truth out of him.'