Should the duke learn of our unbidden presence in his domain, his love for making enemies would probably bring us into trouble.

Therefore, though I ardently wished to begin the journey, I had no real cause to hope for good results, though there were many reasons to fear the outcome of our adventures.
One may well ask why I continued in a course so dangerous.

My answer is: A man travels the road of his destiny.

The Fates sometimes hunt out a man for their purposes and snatch him from his hiding-place in the by-ways, but they usually choose from the scenes of great events their victims or their favorites.

The man who fears to be their victim is seldom chosen for their favorite.