I'm off--seek my downy." Alone with the grunting sleeper, the two friends sat for a long time and watched the flooding daylight.
"What," began Rudolph, suddenly, and his voice trembled, "what is your true opinion?
You are so kind, and I was just a fool.

That other day, I would not listen.

You laughed.

Now tell me, so--as you were to die next.
You were joking?
Can I truly be proud of--of her ?" He leaned forward, white and eager, waiting for the truth like a dicer for the final throw.
"Of yourself, dear old chap.

Not of the lady.