Our roads homeward, as well
as our roads through life, lie in different directions; there is no
occasion for us crossing each other."
"Is there not?" said Bucklaw, impetuously. "By Heaven! but I say that
there is, though: you called us intriguing adventurers."
"Be correct in your recollection, Mr. Hayston; it was to your companion
only I applied that epithet, and you know him to be no better."
"And what then? He was my companion for the time, and no man shall
insult my companion, right or wrong, while he is in my company."
"Then, Mr. Hayston," replied Ravenswood, with the same composure, "you
should choose your society better, or you are like to have much work
in your capacity of their champion. Go home, sir; sleep, and have more
reason in your wrath to-morrow."
"Not so, Master, you have mistaken your man; high airs and wise saws
shall not carry it off thus. Besides, you termed me bully, and you shall
retract the word before we part."
"Faith, scarcely," said Ravenswood, "unless you show me better reason
for thinking myself mistaken than you are now producing.
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