In every case, one sees they choose much the same way of meeting a reverse, a blunder, an unpremeditated crime.

The brave way is to go through with it, and face the music, letting what will come; the cowardly way is to hide one's head incontinently in a river, a noose, or a convent cell." "Le Geyt is not a coward," I interposed, with warmth.
"No, not, a coward--a manly spirited, great-hearted gentleman--but still, not quite of the bravest type.

He lacks one element.

The Le Geyts have physical courage--enough and to spare--but their moral courage fails them at a pinch.

They rush into suicide or its equivalent at critical moments, out of pure boyish impulsiveness." A few minutes later, Mrs.Mallet came in.