Nothing to do you no harm, anyway.
I might have said you were never an easy chap to get on with.

I might have said that, or I mightn't.

Think I did.

Don't remember." The eyes of the two men met for a moment, Anderson's bright and fixed.
He divined perfectly what had been said to the Englishman, Lady Merton's friend and travelling companion.

A father overborne by misfortunes and poverty, disowned by a prosperous and Pharisaical son--admitting a few peccadilloes, such as most men forgive, in order to weigh them against virtues, such as all men hate.