"A hundred pardons, my lord!" he said, blushing very red, and seizing his cousin's hand.

"I talked of ill manners, being angry and hurt just now; but 'tis doubly ill-mannered of me to show my anger, and boast about my prowess to my own host and kinsman.

It's not the practice with us Americans to boast, believe me, it's not." "You are the first I ever met," says my lord, with a smile, "and I take you at your word.

And I give you fair warning about the cards, and the betting, that is all, my boy." "Leave a Virginian alone! We are a match for most men, we are," resumed the boy.
Lord Castlewood did not laugh.

His eyebrows only arched for a moment, and his grey eyes turned towards the ground.