He had as usual talked too much, unaware that Adam, with fiendish insight, was reading steadily between the lines, ready to pounce.
"Paul Pry!" repeated the old man at intervals.

"Paul Pry! You are a selfish, hair-brained Irishman," he blazed suddenly, leaning forward, baleful and intense.

"Some men feel and some men act.

But you act only when you have to.

Life's a battle.