"Nay dear John, I think different——"
"To peril that sweet body——" The Major choked.
"Nay, I'm very strong—and—and I have this!"
The Major scowled at the small, silver-mounted weapon and turned away.
"There is your maiden reputation——"
"That is indeed mine own, and in good keeping. Grieve not your woeful head on that score."
"Ah Betty, why will you run such hazard——"
"Because 'tis so my will, sir." The Major bowed.
"'Tis long past midnight, madam."
"Aye, 'tis a sweet hour—so still and solitary."