"Dead broke," in a lifeless echo.
"Will you accept a little loan? You can't go far without money."
"It's no use."
"Take it! I wouldn't have had it if it hadn't been for you, and I won't have it long whether you take it or not."
As he spoke he slipped a roll of bills into his friend's pocket.
"Thanks!" said David.
"Don't mention it," he replied.
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
The sun was just rising as they parted. The first faint stir of life was perceptible in the city streets; the green-grocers were coming in with their fresh vegetables; the office boys were opening the doors and putting away the shutters; there was a bright, morning look on the faces which peered into the haggard countenance of the gambler as he crept aimlessly along, but the fresh, sweet light gave him neither brightness nor joy. His heart was cold and dead; he had not even formed a purpose.