affair of fists, that would have been quite another thing, but a cudgel soils no one's hands."
"I am not speaking of this, Sir Count; I am speaking of the laws of knighthood. But tell me, I pray you, if the messengers that the ancient Romans sent to bear defiance to other nations, asked permission to deliver the message; find, if you can, a writer who relates that such messenger was ever cudgelled."
"What have the ancient Romans to do with us? a people well enough in some things, but in others, far, far behind. But according to the laws of modern knighthood, I maintain that a messenger, who dared place in the hands of a knight a challenge without having previously asked permission, is a rash fool who deserves to be cudgelled."
"But answer me this question"
"No, no, no."
"But hear me. To strike an unarmed person is an act of treachery. Atqui the messenger de quo was without arms. Ergo"
"Gently, gently, Signor Podestà."
"How? gently."
"Gently, I tell you; I concede that under other circumstances this might have been called an act of treachery, but to strike a low fellow! It would have been a fine thing truly, to say to him, as you would to a gentleman, Be on your guard! And you, Sir Doctor, instead of sitting there grinning your approbation of my opinion, why do you not aid me to convince this gentleman?"
"I," replied the doctor in confusion; "I enjoy this learned dispute, and am thankful for the opportunity of listening to a war of wit so agreeable. And moreover, I am not competent to give an opinion; his most illustrious lordship has appointed a judge—the father."
"True," said Don Roderick; "but how can the judge speak when the disputants will not keep silence?"
"I am dumb," said the Count Attilio. The podestà made a sign that he would be quiet.
"Well! father! at last!" said Don Roderick, with comic gravity.
"I have already said, that I do not comprehend"
