‘I would have you to know, Monsieur Pasqualigo, who call yourself consul, that the city of Jerusalem is not only the city of God, but has ever been the delight and pride of man.’
‘Pish!’ said Pasqualigo.
‘Poh!’ said Barizy.
‘I am not at all surprised that Besso got out of it as soon as he possibly could.’
‘You would not dare to say these things in his presence,’ said Barizy.
‘Who says “dare” to the representative of a European Power!’
‘I say “dare” to the son of the janissary of the Austrian Vice-Consul at Sidon.’
‘You will hear more of this,’ said Pasqualigo, fiercely. ‘I shall make a representation to the Inter-nonce at Stamboul.’
‘You had better go there yourself, as you are tired of El Khuds.’
Pasqualigo, not having a repartee ready, shot at his habitual comrade a glance of withering contempt, and stalked away.