“Stop, stop, my lord. All that is mere waste! I know who the man is, but I will not tell you. He gave you no more than you deserved, and I will do nothing to get him punished for it.”
“You are art and part with him!”
“I neither knew of his intent, saw him do it, nor have any proof against him.”
“You will not tell me his name?”
“No.”
“I will find it out, and kill him.”
“He threatens to kill you. I will do what I can to prevent either.”
“I will kill him,” repeated Forgue through his clenched teeth.
“And I will do my best to have you hanged for it,” said Donal.
“Leave the room, you insolent bumpkin.”