And as I am sure you are telling me all this in order to come to something you wish to say, I await your point." "Well," resumed Roland, laughing, "you are right, my dear friend, and, on my word, you know me as if we had been college chums.

Well, what idea do you suppose has been cavorting through my brain all night?
It is that of getting a glimpse of these gentlemen of Jehu near at hand." "Ah, yes, I understand.

As you failed to get yourself killed by M.de Barjols, you want to try your chance of being killed by M.Morgan." "Or any other, my dear Sir John," replied the young officer calmly; "for I assure you that I have nothing in particular against M.Morgan; quite the contrary, though my first impulse when he came into the room and made his little speech--don't you call it a speech-- ?" Sir John nodded affirmatively.
"Though my first thought," resumed Roland, "was to spring at his throat and strangle him with one hand, and to tear off his mask with the other." "Now that I know you, my dear Roland, I do indeed wonder how you refrained from putting such a fine project into execution." "It was not my fault, I swear! I was just on the point of it when my companion stopped me." "So there are people who can restrain you ?" "Not many, but he can." "And now you regret it ?" "Honestly, no! This brave stage-robber did the business with such swaggering bravado that I admired him.

I love brave men instinctively.
Had I not killed M.de Barjols I should have liked to be his friend.

It is true I could not tell how brave he was until I had killed him.