No, you can't bribe me; even if I were hard up instead of rather flush, as I am, I wouldn't take a hundred thousand pounds for my revenge." Sir Stephen rose.

There was an ominous change in his manner.

His nervousness and apprehension seemed to have suddenly left him, and in its place was a terrible, stony calmness, an air of inflexible determination.
"Good!" he said; and his voice had changed also, changed from its faltering tone of appeal to one of steadfast resolution, the steadiness of desperation.

"I have made my appeal to you, Falconer, and I gather that I have failed to move you; that you intend to exact your revenge by--denouncing me!" Falconer nodded coolly.
"And you think that I could endure to live under such a threat, to walk about with the sword of Damocles over my head?
You ought to know me better, Falconer.

I will not live to endure the shame you can inflict on me, I will not live to tempt you by the sight of me to take your revenge.