(Don Liberato hurls the salver at the poor Gallegan, and then continues scribbling with the greatest amenity until he comes to the following words):—
“And these errors, upheld by venal journalists....”
(Domingo returns to the charge, preceded this time by a man of ugly appearance, who pays Don Liberato a large sum for a compilation. Having taken the money, and returned the receipt, he continues):—
“And who tells these calumniators that the defence of the people is a propensity to anarchy; that the severe censure of deeds of despotism is an act of rebellion; and that the struggle against fanaticism is unbelief, impiety, and hatred of the sacred religion which we venerate more than they?”
“May I go out, sir?”
“No, no, hang you, and by heavens if you interrupt me again....”
“It is Sunday, sir, if you remember, and there is only late mass now.”
“You must do without mass, I require you here.”
“You must take it on your conscience, sir.”
“And so I will, you rascal; and I may take a stick too, and send you to hear mass in the infernal regions, that will stop your being such a confounded hypocrite.”