I did not know what to answer, and murmured something about his being no worse than the average.
"Don't talk like that," he answered excitedly; "you say that to comfort me, I know; but I don't like to hear it.

If I thought other men were like me I should be ashamed of being a man.

I've been a blackguard, old fellow, but, please God, it's not too late.

To-morrow morning I begin a new life." He finished his work of destruction, and then rang the bell, and sent his man downstairs for a bottle of champagne.
"My last drink," he said, as we clicked glasses.

"Here's to the old life out, and the new life in." He took a sip and flung the glass with the remainder into the fire.