"Now, Baptiste, it seems we ought to be able to get together on this case without going into court."
"Yes?" replied Baptiste, regarding the other noncommittally.
"Yes, I think we could, and should. I think you and Orlean ought to be able to console your differences without such an extreme."
"You think so?"
"Why, I do. Orlean has always—ah—rather loved you, Baptiste, and I think you two could make up."
"But this is not between Orlean and me, Glavis. You seem to misunderstand. It is between N. Justine McCarthy and me."
"Of course, but it is over Orlean. You have sued father for this sum, a sum you know he cannot pay in the event you should secure judgment. So there would be nothing left for you but to remand him to jail, which seems to be your desire."
"Possibly so." The other was still noncommittal.
"Then why not you and I get together on this proposition before the trial is called?"
"I don't see as I can oblige you, Glavis. There comes a time when compromise is impossible, only vindication can suffice. And it's vindication that I want now and, regret to advise, am determined to have."