His eyes fell from Crailey's clear gaze and his hand fidgeted among the papers on the desk.
"No," he began with a painful lameness and hesitation.

"I did not mean it--no; I meant, that, in the same way, only one thing in this other--this other affair that seems so confused and is such a problem--only one thing has grown clear.

It doesn't seem to me that--that--" here he drew a deep breath, before he went on with increasing nervousness--"that if you like a man and have lived with him a good many years; that is to say, if you're really much of a friend to him, I don't believe you sit on a high seat and judge him.

Judging, and all that, haven't much part in it.

And it seems to me that you've got yourself into a pretty bad mix-up, Crailey." "Yes," said Crailey.