This shoulder jibs a bit since the bear-baiting." Lavilette was naturally prejudiced in Ferrol's favour; and this deliberate and straightforward patriotism more pleased than offended him.

His own patriotism was not a deep or lasting thing: vanity and a restless spirit were its fountains of inspiration.

He knew that Ferrol was penniless--or he was so yesterday--and this quiet defiance of events in the very camp of the enemy could not but appeal to his ebullient, Gallic chivalry.

Ferrol did not say these things because he had five thousand dollars behind him, for he would have said them if he were starving and dying--perhaps out of an inherent stubbornness, perhaps because this hereditary virtue in him would have been as hard to resist as his sins.
"That's all right, Ferrol," answered Lavilette.

"I hope you'll stay here at the Manor, no matter what comes.