It's the least I can do in this horrid cuckoo sort of proceeding, and I feel I shall be fighting for you as well as for myself.

My dear old chap, you know what I mean, don't you ?" I knew, and was touched.

I wished him God-speed with all my heart.
He was a clean, honest, generous gentleman, and I admired, loved and respected him as he stood there full of his youth and hope.

I suddenly felt quite old and withered at the root of my being, like some decrepit king who hands his crown to the young prince.

I rose to take my leave (for what advantage was there in staying ?) and felt that I was abandoning to Dale other things beside my crown.
Lola's strong, boneless hand closed round mine in a more enveloping grip than ever.