His views don't hurt any one as far as I can see; they certainly don't hurt himself.

And if there were to be a revolution he would come off very easily.

They wouldn't touch him, they'd leave him as he is: he's too much liked." "Ah, he couldn't be a martyr even if he wished!" Isabel sighed.

"That's a very poor position." "He'll never be a martyr unless you make him one," said the old man.
Isabel shook her head; there might have been something laughable in the fact that she did it with a touch of melancholy.

"I shall never make any one a martyr." "You'll never be one, I hope." "I hope not.