"You couldn't; but I can, and I'll stand by my colours.

I should be a coward if I didn't." Robert coloured under his look, under his words, so he turned away and stood by the window.

After a minute Robert spoke.
"You haven't given me the slightest reason for your repeated assertion that you would be a coward." "Yes, I have.

That's just what I've been saying." "You have only explained that you think so the more strongly for all opposition, and that may not be rational.

Other men can do this work and be thankful to get it; you can do higher work." His words were constrainedly patient, but they only raised clamour.
"I don't know what you profess and call yourself! What should I change for?
To pamper your pride and mine--is that a worthy end?
To find something easier and more agreeable--is that manly, when this has been put into my hand?
How do I know I could do anything better?
I know I can do this well.