He might as well make me his enemy as I make him mine.

No; dash it all! He has been like a brother to me ever since he was so high, and I'll be d----d if there shan't be fair play between us two, though I should go into the army through it.

But I'll watch, and see how things go." So he watched at dinner and afterwards, but saw little to comfort him.
Saw one thing, nay, two things, most clearly.

One was, that Cecil Mayford was madly in love with Alice; and the other was, that poor Cecil was madly jealous of Sam.

He treated him differently to what he had ever done before, as though on that evening he had first found his rival.