With the same coolness she passed these likewise.
He scowled next at the brooch Cyrène wore at her neck.
"Give me that," he commanded. She stopped and said firmly—
"Thou hast sufficient, thou."
"I must have that."
With a momentary impatience she tore it off.
"Consult thy best interests and go," she said in a stern voice.
He did not lack the necessary quickness of judgment, and signed to his mates who retreated into the woods, keeping the lackeys well covered with their firearms.
"My ladies and my Lord," said the big man, still holding his pistol aimed at the Prince. "We levy this tax in the name of the King." That is what you say when you steal from us, the people. "We commend you the consolation of your formula."
Having made this singular speech, to the infinite fury of the Prince, who would have drawn his sword and leaped out at him had it not been for Cyrène, he retired backward into the forest.