And yet if the honour of the family has been compromised by my folly, I must pay the penalty, if Scoutbush thinks it proper." So said Campbell, who, in the over-sensitiveness of his conscience, had actually worked himself round during the past night into this new fancy, as a chivalrous act of utter self-abasement.

The proud self-possession of the man was gone, and nothing but self-distrust and shame remained.
"In the name of all wit and wisdom, what is the meaning of all this ?" "You do not know, then, what passed last night ?" "I?
I can only guess that Vavasour has had one of his rages." "Then you must know," said Campbell with an effort; "for you must explain all to Scoutbush when he returns; and I know no one more fit for the office." And he briefly told him the story.
Mellot was much affected.

"The wretched ape! Campbell, your first thought was the true one: you must not fight that cur.

After all, it's a farce: you won't fire at him, and he can't hit you--so leave ill alone.
Beside, for Scoutbush's sake, her sake, every one's sake, the thing must be hushed up.

If the fellow chooses to duck under into the London mire, let him lie there, and forget him!" "No, Claude; his pardon I must beg, ere I go out to the war: or I shall die with a sin upon my soul." "My dear, noble creature! if you must go, I go with you.