The Tyranny of Weakness

Excerpt form the Book-"I don't consider that poetry," he said with a dignity which an archbishop might have envied. "I consider it slander of a dead hero." "You mean, then," Conscience seemed a little frightened now and her utterance was hurried and fluttering, "that you are mad and are going? You never go until later than this." It was difficult to be both courteous and honest, and Stuart's code demanded both.