He keeps a strict account with every man.

We, when we love a man, keep no account.

We never think of what is due to us or our position.

And when we hate--may God forgive us!--it is just the same--save with the very best and coolest heads among us.' 'But you are cunning, and have not our code of honour,' I objected, with satirical intention, though the statement sounded brutal.
'Your Honour says so!' cried Rashid, half weeping.

'No doubt you are referring to that theft in the hotel, of which you thought so little at the time that you would take no action.