"Alas! Sir Richard, you fear the opinion of your fellow mortal more than breaking your Maker's laws!"
"Sir, I admire your sentiments, and wish I could see things in the light you do; I regret I cannot—it is useless to urge me more, my mind is made up!"
"And God grant your peace with him is made up too!" said the clergyman, turning sorrowfully away towards the Captain, whom he thus addressed:
"Unhappy young man, ere it is too late, forgive your enemy—you will leave this ground with your hands stained in a fellow creature's blood, or—"
"Really, Mr. Power, it is not unlikely I may be shot, you are premature."
"And dare you meet your Maker with all your sins full blown—dare you hurry unprepared—"
"Mr. Power, you came here to dine, and not to preach—Heaven knows you have time enough on Sunday—so you had better keep your sermons for those who will listen to them."
"Ungodly man, I tremble for you—"
"It is more than I do for myself. Come, stow your sermons, old Squaretoes, and for God's sake, if I am to be knocked off, let me end my life in peace. I'd rather stand at a cannon's mouth than yours—Lord knows which breathes hottest!"
Cast down, but not vanquished, Mr. Power next attempted the Earl.