It's such a cowardly thing--not to be man enough to stand up and say 'No--I won't drink with you!' That's why I say I can't think of his doing anything worse." St.George fixed his eyes upon her.

He had thought he knew the girl's heart, but this was a revelation to him.

Perhaps her sorrow, like that of her mother, was making a well-rounded woman of her.
"Oh, I can think of a dozen things worse," he rejoined with some positiveness.

"Harry might lie; Harry might be a coward; Harry might stand by and hear a friend defamed; Harry might be discourteous to a woman, or allow another man to be--a thing he'd rather die than permit.
None of these things could he be or do.

I'd shut my door in his face if he did any one of them, and so should you.