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These words instantly cooled the glowing enthusiasm of Father

Christopher. The ideas of insult and injury in his mind had long

been habitually associated with those of suffering and silence.

His usual habits resumed their sway, and he became calm; he

awaited what farther might be said, as, after the strength of the

whirlwind has passed, an aged tree naturally recomposes its

branches, and receives the hail as Heaven sends it.

"Villain! scoundrel! talk to your equals," said Don Roderick;

"but thank the habit you bear for saving you from the

chastisement which is your due. Begone this instant, and with

unscathed limbs, or we shall see." So saying, he pointed

imperiously to an opposite door. The friar bowed his head, and

departed, leaving Don Roderick to measure with hasty and agitated

steps the field of battle.