There was an obvious movement on the part of Zorrilta and Alvedero. They evidently thought their chief was going too far.
Contraras hushed the incipient rebellion with an authoritative wave of his hand.
“Gentlemen, kindly leave me to deal with this matter. Mr Rossett and I will understand each other in a very few moments.”
He turned towards the young diplomatist, still undaunted in the midst of this hostile crowd.
“Mr Rossett, you have much to lose by opposing us—perhaps life itself. By withdrawing from this unequal contest—and, believe me, it is unequal—you have much to gain.”
“I am not so sure it is unequal,” answered Guy Rossett stubbornly. He had perceived too late the warning signal of Moreno, anxious that the somewhat uncertain Contraras should not be deflected from his present calm, judicial mood.
But Contraras kept his temper. “Mr Rossett, you are a young man, with life, a happy and prosperous life, before you. I know a great deal about you; it is my business to know much about other people. You are engaged to a very charming girl, you will inherit a great fortune from a wealthy aunt.”
“And, if you could establish your principles,” broke in Guy, speaking with some heat, “you might take away from me my fiancée—you would certainly rob me of my fortune.”
But Contraras was still patient. He was trying to reason with this obstinate young man, whose bold bearing moved his admiration.
“We cannot tell how the great Revolution will shape itself ultimately. But let us deal with present facts. A charming girl is waiting for you, longing for the moment when she can be your wife.”