"Foolish fellow, you are spoiling my walk," he growled, "with your stupid questions; let me go, will you?"
"You do not stir a step until you have given me satisfaction," cried Clement, getting furious.
"Don't I? Go to the bailiff's son if you are jealous! Poor devil! to coax him so, till he was ready to jump out of his skin for her, and then to throw him over! Fie! was it honest? He came to pour out his grievances to me, and I comforted him. She is just what all women are, says I, a coquette. It is my turn now, but we are up to a thing or two, you know, and may not be inclined to let our mouths be stopped, when we would warn other fellows from falling into the same snare."
"Retract those words!" shouted Clement, shaking Wolf's arm in a paroxysm of rage.
"Why retract? if they are true, and I can prove them? Go to! you are but a simpleton!"
"And you a devil."
"Oho! I say, it may be your turn to retract now."
"I won't retract."
"Then I suppose you know the consequences. You shall hear from me as soon as I get to town."
And having thus spoken in cold blood, he turned back to the village. Clement remained standing where he was.