He knows how best to fashion a good thing.

It isn't for the clay to cry out." "Is that your point of view ?" Piers spoke with reckless bitterness.

"It isn't mine." "You'll come to it," said Crowther gently.
They walked on for a space in silence, till turning they began to ascend the winding path that led up to the hotel,--the path which Piers had watched Crowther ascend that morning.
Side by side they mounted, till half-way up Crowther checked their progress.

"Piers," he said, "I'm grateful to you for enduring my interference in this matter." "Pshaw!" said Piers, "I owe you that much anyhow." "You owe me nothing," said Crowther emphatically.

"What I did for you, I did for myself.