"I don't know," he said curtly.

"I don't estimate friendships by time." Lucas said no more, but he continued to look at his brother with unvarying steadiness till at length, as if goaded thereto, Nap spoke again.
"We are friends," he said, "no more, no less.

You all think me a blackguard, I know.

It's my speciality, isn't it ?" He spoke with exceeding bitterness.

"But in this case you are wrong.