I generally do.
When I don't, I back out and lie low." Stafford found this too painful.

He rose to get a light and sauntered into the billiard-room and tried the table.
Sir Stephen looked after him musingly, and seemed to forget Howard's presence; then suddenly his face flushed and his eyes shone with a curious mixture of pride and tenderness and the indomitable resolution which had helped him to fight his "wild beast." He leant forward and touched Howard's knee.
"Don't you understand!" he said, earnestly, and in a low voice which the click of the billiard balls prevented Stafford from hearing.

"It is for him! For my boy, Mr.Howard! It's for him that I have been working, am still working.

For myself--I am satisfied--as he said; but not for him.

I want to see him still higher up the ladder than I have climbed.
I have done fairly well--heaven and earth! if anyone had told me twenty years ago that I should be where and what I am to-day--well, I'd have sold my chances for a bottle of ale.