"I was starving."
"My poor boy, my poor, poor boy! Oh, how cruelly we have treated you!"
"You must not say that. You are the soul of goodness; you have saved me from death, from despair, from shame, from degradation. I have something to live for now. Hope revives. I have an enemy who has conspired to ruin my life. What shall be done to him?"
"He must be punished."
"He shall be."
"The monster! To conspire against my dear lad. If I were not old and weak, I would seek him out myself. He should learn what a mother could do for a beloved son."
"He shall be punished, I say, and his punishment shall come through those who are nearest to him, and should be dearest."
"It sounds hard, Newman, but it is just, it is just."
"I am tired," said Basil, "I can talk no more; I want to sleep."
"Sleep, my dear boy; I will watch by you."