Robert Louis Stevenson,
The Master of Ballantrae — Chapter 10…
“ I cried, so soon as I had overtook him. "Would you cast away so fair an opportunity?""Is it possible you should still believe in him?" inquired my lord, almost with a sneer."I wish him forth of this town!" I cried. "I wish him anywhere and anyhow but as he is.""I have said my say," returned my lord, "and you have said yours. There let it rest."But I was bent on dislodging the Master. That sight of him patiently returning to his needlework was more than my imagination could digest. There was never a man made, and the Master the least of any, that could accept so long a series of insults. ”
