“I occupied the house you offered. Did that put me under obligation to you?”
“Yes. But you now war those who were your allies.”
“And you war those who were your allies. That makes us even.”
“The man whose guest you are, murdered the leader of the schism, cruelly, and you shield him. He betrayed the faith of the friar’s daughter”—
“After she had betrayed her faith”—
“On her father’s solicitation”—
“So she said. Poor girl, she was evidently insane.”
“And then horribly maltreated her. Later he burned her, as it were, at the stake.”
“My friend,” said Judge Daft, amiably, “it is not a part of my duty to quarrel, and I refuse to jower longer with you. If you want to fight, go and join with those whose duty it is to fight. If you have a personal grievance, bring civil suit, and I will hear your cause. Before you go, I shall be pleased if you will permit me to serve you something warm.”
Saguanaldo was broken in spirit. He was again beaten in diplomacy. His mission had failed, and, with quivering lip and voice shaking with emotion, he said farewell, muffled himself in his great coat and took his departure with his aide.