"I sympathize with you, sir," he said.

"This must be horribly mortifying, but, you see, Winston once stopped my horse backing over a bridge into a gully when just to hold his hand would have rid him of me.

You will not grudge me the one good turn I have probably done any man, when I shall assuredly not have the chance of doing another." Barrington winced a little, for he recognized the irony in the failing voice, but he rose and moved towards the bed.
"Lance," he said, a trifle hoarsely, "it is not that which makes what has happened horrible to me, and I am only glad that you have righted this man.

Your father had many claims on me, and things might have gone differently if, when you came out to Canada, I had done my duty by his son." Courthorne smiled a little, but without bitterness.

"It would have made no difference, sir, and, after all, I led the life that suited me.
By and by you will be grateful to me.