Only a coward would do such a thing....

And this German woman appeared to love him so much!...
And with his ardent, meridional exuberance, he embraced her and lifted her up, patting the loosened ringlets on her forehead, petting her like a sick child, and drinking in her tears with interminable kisses.
No; he would not abandon her....

He was more disposed to defend her from all her enemies.

He did not know who her enemies were, but if she needed a man,--there he was....
In vain his inner monitor reviled him while he was making such offers; he was compromising himself blindly; perhaps this adventure was going to be the most terrible in his history....

But in order to quiet his scruples, the other voice kept crying, "You are a gentleman; and a gentleman does not desert a lady, through fear, a few hours after having won her affection.