“And that is all there is to it?”
“Yes.”
“It is very, very little I have done for you,” and I started to leave him.
“Wait a moment”—he stopped me. “I did not intend to be unkind to you. You have treated me much better than I have deserved.”
“It is something to have even simple food when one is hungry,” I said, severely. “You have also more courage than when you came. In your work you know courage is quite important. You will soon be able to go back to your old life.”
“No, not that,” his voice becoming less hardened. "In these days I have lived with you and observed the happiness you get out of your work—in spite of its sacrefice—and compared it with my own way of living, I can not understand how I could have ignored the good there’s in me. But, really, you should not expect us all to be as cheerful as you are. You may see clearly the Truth that we see only through a glass darkly."
“So you plan to live like an honest man?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I have not really lost after all,” I said, thoughtfully.
“What did you say?” he questioned, not having heard clearly my remark.