I will allow no man to call me coward; I have made my proofs; few men more.

And yet I (come of the best blood in France and inured to danger from a child) did, for some ten or twenty minutes, make this hideous exhibition of myself on the streets of the New Town of Edinburgh.
With my first available breath I begged his pardon.

I was of an extremely nervous disposition, recently increased by late hours; I could not bear the slightest start.
He seemed much concerned.

'You must be in a devil of a state!' said he; 'though of course it was my fault--damnably silly, vulgar sort of thing to do! A thousand apologies! But you really must be run down; you should consult a medico.

My dear sir, a hair of the dog that bit you is clearly indicated.