"That sounds reasonable," said he: "but, when you advised me not to show the white feather, you spoke your heart; now, you are only talking from your head.

Then, your beautiful eyes flashed fire, and your soul was in your words: who could resist them?
And you spoke to me like a friend; now you speak to me like an enemy." "Oh, Mr.Little, that is ridiculous." "You do, though.

And I'm sure I don't know why." "Nor I.Perhaps because I am cross with myself; certainly not with you." "I am glad of that.

Well, then, the long and the short is, you showed me you thought it cowardly to fly from the Trades.

You wouldn't, said you, if you were a man.