He held his throat and looked imploringly towards the bottle.

Trent shook his head stonily.

There was something pitiful in the man's talk, in that odd mixture of bitter cynicism and passionate earnestness, but there was also something fascinating.

As regards the brandy, however, Trent was adamant.
"Not a drop," he declared.

"What a fool you are to want it, Monty! You're a wreck already.