His name was James Bonthron; let us call him Mr.James.
"Men are so brave!" she responded, with her eyes on Tommy, and he received the stab in silence.

Had the blood spouted from the wound, it would have been an additional gratification to him.

Tommy was like those superb characters of romance who bare their breast to the enemy and say, "Strike!" "Well, well," Mr.Cathro observed, "none of us was on the spot, and so we had no opportunity of showing our heroism.

But you were near by, Mr.Sandys, and if you had fished up the water that day, instead of down, you might have been called upon.

I wonder what you would have done ?" Yes, Tommy was exasperating to him still as in the long ago, and Cathro said this maliciously, yet feeling that he did a risky thing, so convinced was he by old experience that you were getting in the way of a road-machine when you opposed Thomas Sandys.
"I wonder," Tommy replied quietly.
The answer made a poor impression, and Cathro longed to go on.