'You don't know the sort of fellows the men are.

I hate the place; I hate the men I live with.

It is all so dirty, so disreputable, so false.

I cannot conceive that any fellow put in there as young as I was should ever do well afterwards.' 'But at any rate you might try your best, Charley.' 'Yes, I might do that still; and I know I don't; and where should I have been now, if it hadn't been for you ?' 'Never mind about that; I sometimes think we might have done more for each other if we had been more together.

But remember the motto you said you'd choose, Charley--Excelsior! We can none of us mount the hill without hard labour.