Or you would know a gentleman does not do these things.' 'A gentleman!' she retorted, her smouldering rage flaming up at last.
'No; but I will tell you what he does.

He kills a man to save his purse! Or his honour! Or for a mis-word at cards! Or the lie given in drink! He will run a man through in a dark room, with no one to see fair play! But for drawing his sword to help a woman, or avenge a wrong, a gentleman--a gentleman does not do these things.

It is true! And may--' 'Oh, have done, have done, my dear!' cried a wailing, tearful voice; and Sir George, almost cowed by the girl's fierce words and the fiercer execration that was on her lips, hailed the intervention with relief.
The woman whom he had seen on her knees had risen and now approached the girl, showing a face wrinkled, worn, and plain, but not ignoble; and for the time lifted above the commonplace by the tears that rained down it.
'Oh, my lovey, have done,' she cried.

'And let the gentleman go.

To kill another will not help him that is dead.