"Ever since I went into the Guards—that is five years ago," he replied. "The fellows used to call us Damon and Pythias."
"Then don't—don't let me make a quarrel between you!" exclaimed Leonora, pleadingly.
"It is already made, isn't it?" with a half regret in his voice.
"No; only begun—and you mustn't let it go any further."
"No? But what is a fellow to do, I should like to know?"
"You must go and apologize to your friend for your hasty, ill-timed words," she said.
"I'll be hanged if I show the white feather like that!" he cried, violently.
"There is no white feather at all. You made a mistake and spoke unjust words to your friend. Now, when you discover your error, you should be man enough to retract your remarks," she answered, indignantly.
"I can't see why you take up for Lancaster so vehemently," he commented, straying from the main point.
"I'm not taking up for him," warmly. "I only don't want you to make a fool of yourself about me!"