He searched his heart.
"I should be cut up," he said.

"But no--not that." Stafford smiled sadly.
"How I wish I could do things by halves!" he exclaimed.
"You will come back ?" "I'll leave a line for you as I go by.

Whatever happens, you have treated me well." "Good-by, old man.

I can't say good luck.

When shall I see you ?" "That depends," said Stafford.
Eugene showed him the road to the Dower House, and he set out at a brisk walk..