SCA. Then you must know that I went to the brother of the young girl whom your son has married. He is one of those fire-eaters, one of those men all sword-thrusts, who speak of nothing but fighting, and who think no more of killing a man than of swallowing a glass of wine. I got him to speak of this marriage; I showed him how easy it would be to have it broken off, because of the violence used towards your son. I spoke to him of your prerogatives as father, and of the weight which your rights, your money, and your friends would have with justice. I managed him so that at last he lent a ready ear to the propositions I made to him of arranging the matter amicably for a sum of money. In short, he will give his consent to the marriage being cancelled, provided you pay him well. ARG. And how much did he ask? SCA. Oh! at first things utterly out of the question. ARG. But what? SCA. Things utterly extravagant. ARG. But what? SCA. He spoke of no less than five or six hundred pistoles. ARG. Five or six hundred agues to choke him withal. Does he think me a fool? SCA. Just what I told him. I laughed his proposal to scorn, and made him understand that you were not a man to be duped in that fashion, and of whom anyone can ask five or six hundred pistoles! However, after much talking, this is what we decided upon. "The time is now come," he said, "when I must go and rejoin the army. I am buying my equipments, and the want of money I am in forces me to listen to what you propose. I must have a horse, and I cannot obtain one at all fit for the service under sixty pistoles." ARG. Well, yes; I am willing to give sixty pistoles. SCA. He must have the harness and pistols, and that will cost very nearly twenty pistoles more. ARG. Twenty and sixty make eighty. SCA. Exactly. ARG. It's a great deal; still, I consent to that. SCA. He must also have a horse for his servant, which, we may expect, will cost at least thirty pistoles. ARG. How, the deuce! Let him go to Jericho. He shall have nothing at all. SCA. Sir! ARG. No; he's an insolent fellow. SCA. Would you have his servant walk? ARG. Let him get along as he pleases, and the master too. SCA. Now, Sir, really don't go and hesitate for so little. Don't have recourse to law, I beg of you, but rather give all that is asked of you, and save yourself from the clutches of justice. ARG. Well, well! I will bring myself to give these thirty pistoles also. SCA. "I must also have," he said, "a mule to carry...." ARG. Let him go to the devil with his mule! This is asking too much. We will go before the judges. SCA. I beg of you, Sir! ARG. No, I will not give in. SCA. Sir, only one small mule. ARG. No; not even an ass. SCA. Consider.... ARG. No, I tell you; I prefer going to law.