CHAPTER XV.—THE COUSINS.
Madam, our house’s honour is in question!
I prithee, when you play at wantonness,
Remember that our blood flows clean and pure,
In one unbroken and unmuddied line,
From crystal sources. I’m your champion,
Madam, against yourself!—The Will and the Way.
George Craik was not the man to let the grass grow under his feet when he was moving with set purpose to any object.
As we have already hinted, he possessed a certain bull-dog tenacity, very dangerous to his opponents. And now all the suspicions of a nature naturally suspicious, all the spitefulness of a disposition naturally spiteful, being fully and unexpectedly aroused, his furious instinct urged him to seek, without a moment’s breathing-time, the presence of his refractory cousin.
Coupled with his jealous excitement was a lofty moral indignation.