"See that she realises it.

And--" he thumped the hidden identification disc, "tell her that she is the only woman that has ever really mattered in the whole of my blasted life." He threw his half-smoked cigarette into the fire-place and walked over to the sideboard, where stood decanters and syphon.
"May I help myself to a drink ?" "Certainly," said I.
He gulped down half a whisky and soda and turned on me.
"You promise ?" "Of course," said I.
"She may have reasons to think the worst of me.

But whatever I am there is some good in me.

I'm not altogether a worthless hound.

If you promise to make her think the best of me, I'll go away happy.