He had bared his head, and had turned directly seawards.
"Hatred, my dear Borrowdean," he declared, "if I thought that they had a single chance of success.

As it is--indifference." Borrowdean's eyebrows were raised.

He held his cigarette between his fingers, and looked at it for several moments.
"Yet I am here," he said slowly, "for no other purpose." Mannering turned and faced his friend.
"All I can say is that I am sorry to hear it," he declared.

"I know the sort of man you are, Borrowdean, and I know very well that if you have come down here with something to say to me you will say it.

Therefore go on.