To forgo it now--after all these years of waiting--is another sacrifice I make to Jocelyn.

To serve him in this matter I must proceed cautiously.

Cynthia may fret and fume and stamp, but willy-nilly I shall carry her away.

Once she is in France, friendless, alone, I make no doubt that she will see the convenience of loving Jocelyn--leastways of wedding him and thus shall I have more than repaired the injuries I have done him." The Irishman's broad face was very grave; his reckless merry eye fixed Galliard with a look of sorrow, and this grey-haired, sinning soldier of fortune, who had never known a conscience, muttered softly: "It is not a nice thing you contemplate, Cris." Despite himself, Galliard winced, and his glance fell before Hogan's.
For a moment he saw the business in its true light, and he wavered in his purpose.

Then, with a short bark of laughter: "Gadso, you are sentimental, Harry!" said he, to add, more gravely: "There is my son, and in this lies the only way to his heart.".
Hogan stretched a hand across the table, and set it upon Crispin's arm.
"Is he worth such a stain upon your honour, Crispin ?" There was a pause.
"Is it not late in the day, Hogan, for you and me to prate of honour ?" asked Crispin bitterly, yet with averted gaze.