I hope I have....

And I must ask your pardon for pressing my private affairs upon you"-- he laughed mirthlessly--"merely because I'd rather you didn't think me a crook--for my father's sake....

Good-night." "Dysart," he said, "why in God's name have you behaved as you have to--that girl ?" Dysart stood perfectly motionless, then in a voice under fair control: "I understand you.

You don't intend that as impertinence; you're a square man, Mallett--a man who suffers under the evil in others.

And your question to me meant that you thought me not entirely hopeless; that there was enough of decency in me to arouse your interest.