But I tremble for you when I think of all you are to prove by Jackson's arm." And so it came about that both the Bishop and I accepted Ernest's challenges.

They went away together, leaving me smarting with a sense of injustice that had been done me and my class.

The man was a beast.

I hated him, then, and consoled myself with the thought that his behavior was what was to be expected from a man of the working class..