Had he not better go home and be nursed by his widow?
When either of us is ill, we are almost as good friends again as ever.

But I feel somehow as if I can't forgive him for having wronged him.

Good Powers! How I have been hating him for these months past! Oh, Harry! I was in a fury at the tavern the other day, because Mountain came up so soon, and put an end to our difference.

We ought to have burned a little gunpowder between us, and cleared the air.
But though I don't love him, as you do, I know he is a good soldier, a good officer, and a brave, honest man; and, at any rate, shall love him none the worse for not wanting to be our stepfather." "A stepfather, indeed!" cries Harry's mother.

"Why, jealousy and prejudice have perfectly maddened the poor child! Do you suppose the Marquis of Esmond's daughter and heiress could not have found other stepfathers for her sons than a mere provincial surveyor?
If there are any more such allusions in George's journal, I beg you skip 'em, Harry, my dear.