Treat the thing as it deserves to be treated.

It'll die." Miltoun, however, smiled.
"I'm not sure," he said, "that the consequences will be as you think, but I shall do as you say." "As for your candidature, any man with a spark of generosity in his soul will rally to you because of it." "Possibly," said Miltoun.

"It will lose me the election, for all that." Then, dimly conscious that their last words had revealed the difference of their temperaments and creeds, they stared at one another.
"No," said Courtier, "I never will believe that people can be so mean!" "Until they are." "Anyway, though we get at it in different ways, we agree." Miltoun leaned his elbow on the mantelpiece, and shading his face with his hand, said: "You know her story.

Is there any way out of that, for her ?" On Courtier's face was the look which so often came when he was speaking for one of his lost causes--as if the fumes from a fire in his heart had mounted to his head.
"Only the way," he answered calmly, "that I should take if I were you." "And that ?" "The law into your own hands." Miltoun unshaded his face.

His gaze seemed to have to travel from an immense distance before it reached Courtier.