“You are fearfully stubborn,” said the Chango, “but you are your own master and I will not insist further; but, now, I come to one favor, begging you affectionately, in the name of our old friendship, to grant it; do not continue to discuss, in your bulletins, the objectionable question upon which you have been writing.”
“In my soul, I regret that I cannot gratify you, since I have resolved to examine that matter in all its aspects.”
“You are more tenacious than a Biscayan! Don’t you understand that in this you do me a personal injury and expose me to public criticism?”
“I do not see why? I have never mentioned your name, nor shall I mention it; nor are you responsible for that contract.”
“Don’t be a ninny; although you do not mention me by name; although, legally, you do not treat of me; yet the odium of the transaction falls on me.”
“Whether the part you play is odious or not, I am not to blame; you have chosen it freely. You act, and I judge. We are both within our rights.”
“In fine, Paco, if you continue to write as heretofore, you do me an injury, you attack me.”
“That is not my intention, nor do I believe it the necessary result of my procedure.”
“Of course, if you attack me, you give me the right to defend myself.”
“Granted,” answered Paco, coldly.