Ingolby looked round and saw a jug of water.

Pouring out a glassful, he thrust it into the fat, wrinkled fingers.
"Drink and pull yourself together," he said sternly.

The shaken figure straightened itself, and the water was gulped down.

"I thank you," he said in a husky voice.
"You see I treated you fairly, and that you've been a fool ?" Ingolby asked with no lessened determination.
"I have tried to atone, and--" "No, you haven't had the right spirit to atone.

You were fat with vanity and self-conceit.