"My dear fellow, at night all cats are gray! When one derogates there are no degrees." Newman answered nothing for a minute.

Then, "I think you will find there are degrees in success," he said with a certain dryness.
Valentin had leaned forward again, with his elbows on his knees, and he was scratching the pavement with his stick.

At last he said, looking up, "Do you really think I ought to do something ?" Newman laid his hand on his companion's arm and looked at him a moment through sagaciously-narrowed eyelids.

"Try it and see.

You are not good enough for it, but we will stretch a point." "Do you really think I can make some money?
I should like to see how it feels to have a little." "Do what I tell you, and you shall be rich," said Newman.