They were silent for many minutes.
"You are a devil!" said Gregory at last.
"And you are a gentleman," said Syme with gravity.
"It was you that entrapped me," began Gregory, shaking from head to foot, "entrapped me into--" "Talk sense," said Syme shortly.

"Into what sort of devils' parliament have you entrapped me, if it comes to that?
You made me swear before I made you.

Perhaps we are both doing what we think right.

But what we think right is so damned different that there can be nothing between us in the way of concession.

There is nothing possible between us but honour and death," and he pulled the great cloak about his shoulders and picked up the flask from the table.
"The boat is quite ready," said Mr.Buttons, bustling up.