"You seem to be in her confidence.

Ask her." "A poltroon would say as much.

There is a phase in your make-up I have never fully understood.

Physically you are a brave man, but morally you are a cad and a poltroon." "Take care!" Breitmann stepped forward menacingly.
"There will be no fisticuffs," contemptuously.
"Not if you are careful.

I have answered your questions; you had better leave at once." "She is loyal to you.