"I did my best to prevent him, but remonstrance was in vain." "Liar," cried Disbrowe, striking him with his clenched hand.

"Do you think to impose upon me by such a pitiful fabrication?
It was you who introduced me to this heartless libertine--you who encouraged me to play with him, telling me I should easily strip him of all he possessed--you who excited his passion for my wife, by praising her beauty--and it was you who put it into his head to propose that fatal stake to me." "There you are wrong, Captain Disbrowe," returned Pillichody, in a supplicatory tone.

"On my soul, you are! I certainly praised your wife (as who would not ?), but I never advised Parravicin to play for her.
That was his own idea entirely." "The excuse shall not avail you," cried Disbrowe, fiercely.

"To you I owe all my misery.

Draw and defend yourself." "Be not so hasty, captain," cried Pillichody, abjectedly.