He looked into Trent's face, and the years seemed to fade away into a mist.
"You were always a hard man, Scarlett Trent," he said.

"You were always hard on me!" "Maybe so," Trent answered, "yet you'd have died in D.T.before now but for me! I kept you from it as far as I could.

I'm going to keep you from it now!" Monty turned a woebegone face around the little room.
"I don't know," he said; "I'm comfortable here, and I'm too old, Trent, to live your life.

I'd begin again, Trent, I would indeed, if I were ten years younger.

It's too late now! I couldn't live a day without something to keep up my strength!" "He's quite right, Trent," Da Souza put in hastily.