He had noticed with some uneasiness, that another coach stopped lower down the Haymarket, at precisely the same time as their own; and though he could not be quite certain of the fact, he fancied he perceived a person greatly resembling Captain Disbrowe alight from it.
Mentioning the circumstance to his companion, he pointed out a tall figure following them at some distance; but the other only laughed at him, and said, "It may possibly be Disbrowe--but what if it is?
He cannot get into the house without the key; and if he is inclined to measure swords with me a second time, he shall not escape so lightly as he did the first." "Right, Sir Paul, right," returned Pillichody, "exterminate him--spare him not.

By Bellerophon! that's my way.

My only apprehension is lest he should set upon us unawares.

The bravest are not proof against the dagger of an assassin." "There you wrong Disbrowe, major, I am persuaded," returned Parravicin.
"He is too much a man of honour to stab a foe behind his back." "It may be," replied Pillichody, "but jealousy will sometimes turn a man's brain.

By the snakes of Tisiphone! I have known an instance of it myself.