There was no feeling in the voice now; it was again even and inquiring.
"Nearly all." "Don't lie.

You've been living freely.

Tell the truth, or--or I'll know the reason why, Billy." "About two-thirds-that's the truth.

I had debts, and I paid them." "And you bet on the races ?" "Yes." "And lost ?" "Yes.

See here, Charley; it was the most awful luck--" "Yes, for the fatherless children and widows, and all that are oppressed!" Charley's look again went through and beyond the culprit, and he recalled his wife's words and his own reply.