For an instant the crimson rushed back to his face, then, turning his back, he walked away.
Instantly a storm of hissing and hooting rose from the club, such as had rarely been heard in the walls of Templeton.

None are so indignant at cowards as those who are not quite sure of their own heroism, and Bull found it out.
"Do I understand," said Freckleton, as soon as he could get in a word, "that the Bull declines ?" The Bull made no answer.
"He funks it.

Turn him out!" cried Gosse.
The Hermit could not prevent a smile.
"Does anyone second Mr Gosse's motion ?" "I do," shouted Spokes, amid derisive laughter.
"Then," said Freckleton, opening the door, "we needn't detain you, Bull, unless, on second thoughts--" Bull slunk out, followed by another howl, which drowned the Hermit's words.

When he had gone the latter put on his coat, and, walking up to the chair, which Spokes had prudently vacated, called the club to order and said:-- "Gentlemen,--I beg to thank you for appointing me your president.

I know it will be hard to follow worthily in the footsteps of the gentleman who has just left the room--( groans)--and of the gentleman who has just vacated this chair, leaving some of his sweetness behind him.
(Derisive cheers.) Still, I would like to do something to help make this club a credit.