You cannot deny this, and should your timidity now prevent you from doing so, your conscience will hereafter never forgive you," and as he finished this clause of his speech, he pushed over the bottle to his companion.
"Your conscience will never forgive you," he continued.

"You resigned the place from conscientious scruples, scruples which I greatly respected, though I did not share them.

All your friends respected them, and you left your old house as rich in reputation as you were ruined in fortune.

It is now expected that you will return.

Dr.Gwynne was saying only the other day--" "Dr.Gwynne does not reflect how much older a man I am now than when he last saw me." "Old--nonsense," said the archdeacon; "you never thought yourself old till you listened to the impudent trash of that coxcomb at the palace." "I shall be sixty-five if I live till November," said Mr.Harding.
"And seventy-five, if you live till November ten years," said the archdeacon.