For you never have." "Depends what you call going under," protested Palliser.

"I've been down a good many times, Heaven knows.

And I've had to wait--as you have--all the best years of my life." "Your best years are to come," rejoined Conyers.

"Mine are over." "Oh, rot, man! Rot--rot--rot! Why, you are just coming into your own! Have another drink and give me the toast of your heart!" Hugh Palliser sprang impulsively to his feet.

"Let me mix it! You can't--you shan't be melancholy to-night of all nights." But Conyers stayed his hand.
"Only one more drink to-night, boy!" he said.