The man's ferocity was terrific.
"Who says that we shall not ?" he demanded.

"Who will baulk me if I have a mind to quarrel over it?
Answer me!" and he half rose from his seat, moved by the anger into which he was lashing himself.

"But patience!" he broke off, subsiding on a sudden.

"I take it, it was not out of regard for my fine eyes, nor drawn by the elegance of my apparel"-- and he raised a corner of his tattered cloak--"nor yet because you wish to throw a main with me, that you have sought my acquaintance, and called for this wine.

You require service of me ?" "You have guessed it." "A prodigious discernment, by the Host!" He seemed to incline rather tediously to irony.