self-slandered

Updated: May 18, 2025

I, who have no fortune, nor as is your lot upon my name, neither the rime and hoar of silver, new renown, nor golden rust of brown antiquity, the dust of ages in heroic deeds, lying on your escutcheon, dyeing it as the dust that dapples the bright insect's wings; shall I, I say, come and lie like to a bar sinister across it? for what else should I be considered by your indignant friends, except, indeed, a shadow on your brightness, a shame across your honour?" and she hung her head in despairing sadness, whilst Montigny thus replied: "Oh, shame on me, to hear you so self-slandered!

Charles Heavysege - The Advocate