All these things Mannering was watching with rapt eyes, even whilst he listened to his companion.
"Dear friend," he said, "the world can get on very well without me, and I have no need of the world.

The battle that you speak of--well, I have been in the fray, as you know.

The memory of it is still a nightmare to me." Borrowdean had the appearance of a man who sought to put a restraint upon his words.

He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke very deliberately.
"Mannering," he said, "do not think me wholly unsympathetic.

There is a side of me which sympathises deeply with every word which you have said.
And there is another which forces me to remind you again, and again, that we men were never born to linger in the lotos lands of the world.