And that's another reason--We must find another way out." "I have been thinking, sir," said the bookkeeper timidly, "if you had a younger man in my place--" "You would go out, eh?
I believe on my soul you would.

You--you--old fool.

But," said Maitland, reaching his hand across the desk, "I don't go back on old friends that way." The two men stood facing each other for a few minutes, with hands clasped, Maitland's face stern and set, Wickes' working in a pitiful effort to stay the tears that ran down his cheeks, to choke back the sobs that shook his old body as if in the grip of some unseen powerful hand.
"We must find a way," said Maitland, when he felt sure of his voice.
"Some way, but not that way.

Sit down.

We must go through this together.".