Oh!--as to the cause I upheld--yes.

But none as to the mode of doing it.' 'Well--there is plenty of sympathy elsewhere! What does it matter what dried-up officials like General Fenton choose to think about it ?' 'Nothing--so long as there are no doubts inside to open the gates to the General Fentons outside!' He looked at her oddly--half smiling, half frowning.
'The doubts are traitors.

Send them to execution!' He shook his head.
'Do you remember that sentence we came across yesterday in Chateaubriand's letters "As to my career--I have gone from shipwreck to shipwreck." What if I am merely bound on the same charming voyage ?' 'I accept the comparison,' she said with vivacity.

'End as he did in re-creating a church, and regenerating a literature--and see who will count the shipwrecks!' Her hand's disdainful gesture completed the sally.
Manisty's face dismissed its shadow.
As she stood beside him, in the rosy light--so proudly confident--Eleanor Burgoyne was very delightful to see and hear.

Manisty, one of the subtlest and most fastidious of observers, was abundantly conscious of it.