It is not to save the money that I put it into your hands." "No, Scatcherd; not to save the money, but to save him.

I think that while you are yet with him you should advise him to marry." "He does not care a straw for what I advise, not one straw.

Why should he?
How can I tell him to be sober when I have been a beast all my life myself?
How can I advise him?
That's where it is! It is that that now kills me.

Advise! Why, when I speak to him he treats me like a child." "He fears that you are too weak, you know: he thinks that you should not be allowed to talk." "Nonsense! he knows better; you know better.

Too weak! what signifies?
Would I not give all that I have of strength at one blow if I could open his eyes to see as I see but for one minute ?" And the sick man raised himself up in his bed as though he were actually going to expend all that remained to him of vigour in the energy of a moment.
"Gently, Scatcherd; gently.