"Look at what you've made of Billy! Look at the company he keeps--John Brown, who hasn't even decency enough to keep away from the place he disgraced.

Billy is always with him.

You ruined John Brown, with your dissipation and your sneers at religion and your-'I-wonder-nows!' Of what use have you been, Charley?
Of what use to anyone in the world?
You think of nothing but eating, and drinking, and playing the fop." He glanced down involuntarily, and carefully flicked some cigarette-ash from his waistcoat.

The action arrested her speech for a moment, and then, with a little shudder, she continued: "The best they can say of you is, 'There goes Charley Steele!'" "And the worst ?" he asked.

He was almost smiling now, for he admired her anger, her scorn.