“Ah, well!”
“Ah, well, he has been overwhelmed with the cruel treatment of Raimond V.”
“But,” whispered the clerk, “on the contrary, the baron made me drink so much wine that I—”
Master Isnard seized the clerk so violently by his smock-frock, and threw such a furious glance on him, that the poor man did not dare utter a word.
“After having overwhelmed him with cruel treatment,” continued the consul, “Raimond formally declared to him that he would make straw of our privileges, that he intended to keep his seines, and that he was strong enough to overcome us, if we dared act contrary to his will, and that—”
An explosion of fury interrupted the consul.
The tumult was at its height; the most violent threats burst out against Raimond V.
“To the fishing-nets! the fishing-nets!” cried some.
“To Maison-Forte!” cried others.
“Do not leave one stone upon another!”