If I thought you'd meant it, I should precious soon know what to do.

You've done me about the worst turn a fellow could, and if you weren't a conceited young ass it would be some use thrashing you.

As it is, somebody else may do that when I'm gone." The wretchedness of his tone quite touched me.

I forgot my anger and sense of resentment, and all the old affection and loyalty came back with a rush.

How could I ever have imagined a fellow like Crofter was worthy to hold a candle to my old Dux?
"Really, Tempest," began I, losing my head and blundering I scarcely knew whither, "when you saw me talking to Crofter--" He uttered an angry exclamation.
"There, now, shut up about your friend Crofter.