might lead to dispute, the one from a sense of wrong already done,
the other from a vague feeling that he was under the protection of
the foregone injury.

'Have you known my cousin Dorothy long?' asked Scudamore.

'Longer than I can remember,' answered Richard.

'Then you must be more like brother and sister than lovers.'

'That, I fear, is her feeling,' replied Richard, honestly.

'You need not think of me as a rival,' said Scudamore. 'I never saw
the young woman in my life before, and although anything of yours,
being a roundhead's, is fair game--'

'Your humble servant, sir Cavalier!' interjected Richard. 'Pray use
your pleasure.'

'I tell you plainly,' Scudamore went on, without heeding the
interruption, 'though I admire my cousin, as I do any young woman,
if she be but a shade beyond the passable--'

'The ape! The coxcomb!' said Richard to himself.

'I am not, therefore, dying for her love; and I give you this one
honest warning that, though I would rather see mistress Dorothy in
her winding-sheet than dame to a roundhead, I should be--yes, I MAY
be a more dangerous rival in respect of your mare, than of any lady
YOU are likely to set eyes upon.'