For a moment he could not speak.
"But, Mr.Cohen! Do you know I haven't any security to offer you, and that I have only my salary and--" "Have I asked you for any ?" Isaac replied with a slight shrug, a quizzical smile crossing his face.
"No--but--" "Ah, then, we will not talk about it.

You are young--you are hard-working; you left a very rich home on Fifth Avenue to go and live in a dirty hotel in a country village--all because you were honest; you risked your life to save your employer; and now you want to go into debt to save a friend.

Ah--you see, I know all about you, my dear Mr.John Breen.

Mr.Grayson has told me, and if he had not, I could read your face.

No--no--no--we will not talk about such things as cent per cent and security.