"Unfortunately, I cannot even grant you an hour."
"In that case, General, it is impossible."
"Nonsense! I feel certain that you have not reflected. Besides, that is no affair of mine: in asking you for this money, I carry out the orders I have received, it is for your to judge whether you will consent or not. I, personally, am completely out of the affair."
"Really, General," the old merchant continued, deceived, in spite of all his craft, by the Governor's tone, "really, it is impossible for us to pay the smallest amount."
All bowed in affirmation, supporting the remarks of their spokesman.
"Very good," the General continued, still in a coolly mocking tone, "that is clearly understood, then. Still, you will not, I trust, render me responsible for the consequences which this refusal may entail on you."
"Oh, General, you cannot suppose that!"
"Thanks. You heard, Captain?" he added, turning to the officer, who was standing motionless by the door; "order in the detachment."
"Yes, General."
And the officer quitted the room. The merchants gave a start of terror, for this mysterious order caused them to reflect seriously, and their anxiety became the greater, when they heard the clang of arms in the patios, and the heavy footfalls of approaching troops.