Moreover, you forget that, if I followed your advice, I should find Benoni at home,--the very man from whom you think I have everything to fear.

No; I must give the count one fair chance." I was silent, for I saw he was determined, and yet I would not let him think I was satisfied.
The idea of losing an advantage by giving an enemy any sort of warning before the attack seemed to me novel in the extreme; but I comprehended that Nino saw in his scheme a satisfaction to his conscience, and smelled in it a musty odour of forgotten knight-errantry that he had probably learned to love in his theatrical experiences.

I had certainly not expected that Nino Cardegna, the peasant child, would turn out to be the pink of chivalry and the mirror of honour.

But I could not help admiring his courage, and wondering if it would not play him false at the perilous moment.

I did not half know him then, though he had been with me for so many years.