Zaretski rose, nor would explain,

He cared no longer there to stay,

Had much to do at home that day,

And so departed. But Eugene,

The matter by his conscience tried,

Was with himself dissatisfied.

X.

In fact, the subject analysed,

Within that secret court discussed,

In much his conduct stigmatized;

For, from the outset, 'twas unjust

To jest as he had done last eve,

A timid, shrinking love to grieve.

And ought he not to disregard

The poet's madness? for 'tis hard

At eighteen not to play the fool!

Sincerely loving him, Eugene

Assuredly should not have been

Conventionality's dull tool -

Not a mere hot, pugnacious boy,

But man of sense and probity.

XI.

He might his motives have narrated,

Not bristled up like a wild beast,

He ought to have conciliated

That youthful heart - "But, now at least,

The opportunity is flown.

Besides, a duellist well-known

Hath mixed himself in the affair,

Malicious and a slanderer.

Undoubtedly, disdain alone

Should recompense his idle jeers,

But fools - their calumnies and sneers" -

Behold! the world's opinion!(63)

Our idol, Honour's motive force,