And to what shifts are we not put, to what discomforts not subjected?
You know them, Rabecque, for you have shared them with me.

But it begins to break upon my mind that what we have endured may be as nothing to what may lie before us.

It is an ill thing to have to do with women.

Yet you, Rabecque, would have deserted me for one of them!" Rabecque was silent.

Maybe he was ashamed of himself; or maybe that, not agreeing with his master, he had yet sufficient appreciation of his position to be discreetly silent where his opinions might be at variance.