Moret gasped. "What," he cried, "you!"
"Most certainly I shall go. The ancient customs of the State cannot be set aside like this. It is my duty to go; we are fighting for the Constitution, and we are bound to show our respect for its principles."
"You will accept Molara's hospitality,—enter his house,—eat his food?"
"No," said Savrola; "I shall eat the food provided by the State. As you well know, the expenses of these official functions are chargeable to the public."
"You will talk to him?"
"Certainly, but he will not enjoy it."
"You will insult him, then?"
"My dear Moret, what should make you think that? I shall be very civil. That will frighten him most of all; he will not know what is impending."
"You cannot go," said Moret decidedly.
"Indeed I am going."