In reality he was struggling with the feeling which prompted him to leave this picture with the dying man.
"I suppose you'd best have it," he said sullenly at last.
But Monty shook his head feebly and held out the picture.
Trent took it with an odd sense of shame which puzzled him.

He was not often subject to anything of the sort.
"It belongs to you, Trent.

I lost it on the square, and it's the only social law I've never broken--to pay my gambling debts.

There's one word more!" "Yes." "It's about that clause in our agreement.

I never thought it was quite fair, you know, Trent!" "Which clause ?" "The clause which--at my death--makes you sole owner of the whole concession.