I'd as soon think of committing sacrilege in a cathedral!' The man was actually; to quote his indignant rival, 'breaching the fortress,' and pointing out to Diana Merion 'her name on his dirty scrap of paper': a shocking sight when the lady's recollection was the sole point to be aimed at, and the only umpire.

'As if all of us couldn't have written that, and hadn't done it!' Mr.Sullivan Smith groaned disgusted.

He hated bad manners, particularly in cases involving ladies; and the bad manners of a Saxon fired his antagonism to the race; individual members of which he boasted of forgiving and embracing, honouring.

So the man blackened the race for him, and the race was excused in the man.

But his hatred of bad manners was vehement, and would have extended to a fellow-countryman.