But if the squire were here with his yea and his nay, by heavens! I should be off to the top of the Rhine like a tornado.
I submit to circumstances: I cannot, and I will not, be dictated to by men.' 'That seems to me rather unreasonable,' I remonstrated.
'It is; I am ashamed of it,' he answered.

'Do as you will, Richie; set me down at Riversley, but under no slight, mark you.

I keep my honour intact, like a bottled cordial; my unfailing comfort in adversity! I hand it to you, my son, on my death-bed, and say, "You have there the essence of my life.

Never has it been known of me that I swallowed an insult."' 'Then, papa, I shall have a talk with the squire.' 'Make good your ground in the castle,' said he.

'I string a guitar outside.