He was a man, as are many of his race, who could bear contradictions, unjust suspicions, and social ill-treatment without a shadow of resentment, but who, if he had a purpose, could carry it out without a shadow of a scruple.

Everett Wharton had on this occasion made himself very unpleasant, and Lopez had borne with him as an angel would hardly have done; but should Wharton ever stand in his friend's way, his friend would sacrifice him without compunction.
As it was, Lopez bore with him, simply noting in his own mind that Everett Wharton was a greater ass than he had taken him to be.

It was Wharton's idea that they should walk round the park, and Lopez for a time had discouraged the suggestion.

"It is a wretchedly dark place at night, and you don't know whom you may meet there." "You don't mean to say that you are afraid to walk round St.James's Park with me, because it's dark!" said Wharton.
"I certainly should be afraid by myself, but I don't know that I am afraid with you.

But what's the good ?" "It's better than sitting here doing nothing, without a soul to speak to.