Mr Haredale not passing out on either hand, had walked straight on.

He chanced to turn his head when at some considerable distance, and seeing that his late companion had by that time risen and was looking after him, stood still as though he half expected him to follow and waited for his coming up.
'It MAY come to that one day, but not yet,' said Mr Chester, waving his hand, as though they were the best of friends, and turning away.

'Not yet, Haredale.

Life is pleasant enough to me; dull and full of heaviness to you.No.To cross swords with such a man--to indulge his humour unless upon extremity--would be weak indeed.' For all that, he drew his sword as he walked along, and in an absent humour ran his eye from hilt to point full twenty times.

But thoughtfulness begets wrinkles; remembering this, he soon put it up, smoothed his contracted brow, hummed a gay tune with greater gaiety of manner, and was his unruffled self again..