“I wish it had been,” commented Lonzello. “You deserve punishment for the wrong you did her.”
“Don’t be unreasonable,” gently expostulated the Jesuit. “Her accusation was against you also, and the same drag net that caught me would have caught you, too.”
The passionate Lonzello walked the floor nervously, cursing under his breath.
“When do you think of leaving?” persisted the Jesuit, quietly.
“When you leave, beast,” hissed the priest.
“No, you will have to leave soon. The people demand it, and your successor is in the harbor. But I have other work to do.”
“The mob will have you, too,” returned the bishop.
“Oh, no. I am under the protection of my good humor, but you have no such guardian. Have you much money?”
“You know I haven’t anything.”
“Would you like to know how you can get away full-handed, feared and honored by all?”