Yet here also I made vows of renunciation, concerning which there is nought to say but that, while very noble, they were in all likelihood most uncalled for.

What would or could Cydaria be to me now?
She flew at bigger game.

She had flung me a kindly crumb of remembrance; she would think that we were well quit; nay, that I was overpaid for my bruised heart and dissipated illusion.
It was a fine fresh morning when Mr Darrell and I set out for the place of meeting, he carrying a pair of swords.

Mr Jermyn had agreed to support my opponent; and I was glad to learn that the meeting was to be restricted to the principals, and not, as too often occurred, to embroil the seconds also in a senseless quarrel.

We walked briskly; and crossing the Oxford Road at Holborn, struck into the fields beyond Montague House.