W. Pett Ridge, Erb — Chapter 16 (1903)
“ Erb discovering the lines with the aid of Rosalind's finger, gave the cue. “For he to-day——” The old Professor went on. “'For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my be-rother! be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition, And gentlemen in England, And gentlemen in England—and gentlemen in England.' No use,” said the Professor weakly, “my study's gone.”“Don't bother about it, sir.”“Laddie,” said the Professor, “you—you think me a thriftless, miserable wastrel.”“No, no,” answered Erb. “We're none of us perfect.” ”
