Fight if you will, but if
you do, I pledge you my word that I will never willingly look upon
either of you again, living or dead!"
She was about to turn away when Maynard rushed before her
exclaiming, "Miss Baron, I beg your pardon, I ask your forgiveness.
I never saw this act in the light you place it."
"There, cousin," added Whately with a sort of shamefaced laugh, "I'm
hanged if you aren't in the right and I in the wrong again. As you
say, the bullet that killed me might do worse by mother, and I
should have thought of that. As for you, we didn't think you'd look
at it this way. There's plenty of girls who'd think it a big feather
in their caps to have men fight about 'em."
"I can't believe it."
"It's true, nevertheless," said Maynard earnestly. "What can I do to
right myself in your eyes?"
"If you wish to be men whose friendship I can value, shake hands and
use your weapons for your country. If you truly care for my good
opinion, forget yourselves long enough to find out what DOES please
me and not rush headlong into action I detest.
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