"The noblest wounds are those that are carried unseen. Student scars are merely patches of vanity."
"He has others besides those. He was nearly killed in the Soudan." Fitzgerald was compelled to offer some defense for the absent. That Breitmann had lied to him, that his appearance here had been in the regular order of things, did not take away the fact that the Bavarian was a man and a brave one. Closely as he had watched, up to the present he had learned absolutely nothing; and to have shown Breitmann the telegram would have accomplished nothing further than to have put him wholly on guard.
"Have you no scars?" mischief in her eyes.
"Not yet;" and the force of his gaze turned hers aside. "Yet I must not forget my conscience; 'tis pretty well battered up."
She greeted this with laughter. She had heard men talk like this before. "You have probably never done a mean or petty thing in all your life."
"Mean and petty things never disturb a man's conscience. It's the big things that scar."
"That's a platitude."
"Then my end of the conversation is becoming flat."
"Confess that you are eager to return to the great highways once more."
"I shall confess nothing of the sort. I should like to stay here for a hundred years."