I'm for March, every time." The colonel seized his hand, and Miss Woodburn said, "If there had been any choice fo' you in such a case, I should never have let papa stir a step with you." "Why, in regard to that," said the colonel, with a literal application of the idea, "was it your intention that we should both go ?" "Well, I don't know; I suppose it was." "I think it will be better for me to go alone," said the colonel; and, with a color from his experience in affairs of honor, he added: "In these matters a principal cannot appear without compromising his dignity.

I believe I have all the points clearly in mind, and I think I should act more freely in meeting Mr.Dryfoos alone." Fulkerson tried to hide the eagerness with which he met these agreeable views.

He felt himself exalted in some sort to the level of the colonel's sentiments, though it would not be easy to say whether this was through the desperation bred of having committed himself to March's side, or through the buoyant hope he had that the colonel would succeed in his mission.
"I'm not afraid to talk with Dryfoos about it," he said.
"There is no question of courage," said the colonel.

"It is a question of dignity--of personal dignity." "Well, don't let that delay you, papa," said his daughter, following him to the door, where she found him his hat, and Fulkerson helped him on with his overcoat.

"Ah shall be jost wald to know ho' it's toned oat." "Won't you let me go up to the house with you ?" Fulkerson began.