You are of the right stuff.

Do I speak correctly, Mr.Harry ?' 'Temple is my dear friend,' I replied.
'And he would not be so if not of the right stuff! Good! That 's a way of putting much in little.

By Jove! a royal style.' 'And Harry's a royal fellow!' said Temple.
We all drank to one another.

The captain's eyes scrutinized me speculatingly.
'This boy might have been yours or mine, Greg,' I heard him say in a faltering rough tone.
They forgot the presence of Temple and me, but spoke as if they thought they were whispering.

The captain assured his brother that Squire Beltham had given him as much fair play as one who holds a balance.
Squire Gregory doubted it, and sipped and kept his nose at his wineglass, crabbedly repeating his doubts of it.