He hesitated a moment, as if he were thinking what he had better do, and was weighing his chances of success in case of a hostile resolve.

After a few moments' reflection, prudence got the better of his anger.

He closed his compass and put it in his pocket, but he refused the silver offered him.
"You are generous," said he, with a bitter smile; "five francs for each blow of the whip! I know a good many people who would offer you their cheek twelve hours of the day at that price.

But I am not one of that kind; I ask nothing of nobody." "If Leonardo da Vinci could have seen this fellow's face just now," thought the artist, "he would not have had to seek so long for his model for the face of Judas.

Only for my poniard, my fate would have been settled.