You only think of yourself; you only live for yourself!" He had forgotten the money that had been tossed to him off that very table the day before the Grand Military; he had forgotten the debts that had been paid for him out of the winnings of that very race.

There is a childish, wayward, wailing temper, which never counts benefits received save as title-deeds by which to demand others.

Cecil looked at him with just a shadow of regret, not reproachful enough to be rebuke, in his glance, but did not defend himself in any way against the boyish, passionate accusation, nor recall his own past gifts into remembrance.
"'Brutal'! What a word, little one.

Nobody's brutal now; you never see that form nowadays.

Come, what is the worst this time ?" Berkeley looked sullenly down on the table where his elbows leaned; scattering the rose-notes, the French novels, the cigarettes, and the gold essence-bottles with which it was strewn; there was something dogged yet agitated, half-insolent yet half-timidly irresolute, upon him, that was new there.
"The worst is soon told," he said huskily, and his teeth chattered together slightly, as though with cold, as he spoke.