Yet he unconsciously revealed by other words the nocturnal shades in his character which had made that confederacy possible.
'Somerset coming after all!' he replied.

'By God! that little six-barrelled friend of mine, and a good resolution, and he would never arrive!' 'What!' said Captain De Stancy, paling with horror as he gathered the other's sinister meaning.
Dare instantly recollected himself.

'One is tempted to say anything at such a moment,' he replied hastily.
'Since he is to come, let him come, for me,' continued De Stancy, with reactionary distinctness, and still gazing gravely into the young man's face.

'The battle shall be fairly fought out.

Fair play, even to a rival--remember that, boy....