At least, your lot is more hopeful than mine.

If your husband has to fight to the death presently, so has mine, and between ourselves I favour Peter's chances.

He is a very stubborn fighter, Peter, and wonderfully strong--too stubborn and strong for any Spaniard." "Well, that is as it should be," said Margaret, smiling faintly, "seeing that Peter is your champion, and if he loses, you are stamped as a serving-girl, and a woman of no character." "A serving-girl I was, or something not far different," replied Betty in a reflective voice, "and my character is a matter between me and Heaven, though, after all, it might scrape through where others fail to pass.

So these things do not trouble me over much.

What troubles me is that if my champion wins he kills my husband." "You don't want him to be killed then ?" asked Margaret, glancing at her.
"No, I think not," answered Betty with a little shake in her voice, and turning her head aside for a moment.