A scuffle at once ensued; some of the less drunken men threw themselves on Vranic, others on Radonic.
"Sneak, traitor, coward!" shouted the chief arbitrator, striking Vranic in the face and almost knocking him down; "how dare you do such a thing after having begged us to settle the karvarina for you?"
"And you've settled it nicely, indeed; gorged with his meat, drunk with his wine, and your purses filled with his money."
"Liar!" shouted the men of the jury.
"Out of my house, you scorpion, and never cross its threshold again."
"I go, and I'm only too glad to be rid of you all;—but as for you," said Vranic to Bellacic, "had it not been for you, all this would not have happened."
"What have I to do with it?"
"Did you not come to beg me to make it up? But I suppose you were anxious to have the whole affair hushed up as quickly as possible."
"Fool!" answered Bellacic.
"Oh, Milena is not always at your house for nothing!"