But I only wanted to know it was not cowardice; I could not make an apology to a coward." "If I were a coward, you would owe me an apology all the same, and he is a poor creature who will not pay his debts.

But I hope it is not necessary I should either thrash or insult your lordship to convince you I fear you no more than that blackbird there!" Forgue gave a little laugh.

A moment's pause followed.

Then he held out his hand, but in a half-hesitating, almost sheepish way: "Well, well! shake hands," he said.
"No, my lord," returned Donal.

"I bear your lordship not the slightest ill-will, but I will shake hands with no one in a half-hearted way, and no other way is possible while you are uncertain whether I am a coward or not." So saying, he threw himself again upon the grass, and lord Forgue walked away, offended afresh.
The next morning he came into the school-room where Donal sat at lessons with Davie.