I did not mean to call you names.

I apologise." "Granted," Trent said tersely, bending over his game.
"You see, Trent," he went on, "you're not a family man, are you?
If you were, you would understand.

I've been down in the mire for years, an utter scoundrel, a poor, weak, broken-down creature.

But I've always kept that picture! It's my little girl! She doesn't know I'm alive, never will know, but it's all I have to remind me of her, and I couldn't part with it, could I ?" "You'd be a blackguard if you did," Trent answered curtly.
Monty's face brightened.
"I was sure," he declared, "that upon reflection you would think so.
I was sure of it.

I have always found you very fair, Trent, and very reasonable.