'Isn't your life worth mending or saving?
Why keep on this reckless miserable career which you yourself expect to end ill ?' 'If you ask me, Miss Marston,' he said, 'whether my life--what is left of it--is worth saving, I must distinctly answer that it is not.

It is like the last coin or two in the gambler's purse, not worth troubling one's head about.

It must be flung on the board with the rest.

It might land a reasonable stake.

But as to economising and arranging details that would surely be the greatest folly of all.' I heard Aileen sigh to herself.