But touching Tressilian--I must do him justice, for I have done him wrong, as none knows better than thou.

Tressilian's conscience is of other mould--the world thou speakest of has not that which could bribe him from the way of truth and honour; and for living in it with a soiled fame, the ermine would as soon seek to lodge in the den of the foul polecat.

For this my father loved him; for this I would have loved him--if I could.

And yet in this case he had what seemed to him, unknowing alike of my marriage and to whom I was united, such powerful reasons to withdraw me from this place, that I well trust he exaggerated much of my father's indisposition, and that thy better news may be the truer." "Believe me they are, madam," answered Varney.

"I pretend not to be a champion of that same naked virtue called truth, to the very outrance.
I can consent that her charms be hidden with a veil, were it but for decency's sake.