"My beast is better than your man!"
"You mean you get more of the good of life!"
"Right! I do."
The brothers exchanged a look and smile.
"But suppose," resumed Ian, "the man we have found in us should one day wake up in you! Suppose he should say, 'Why did you make a beast of me?'! It will not be easy for you to answer him!"
"That's all moonshine! Things are as you take them."
"So said Lady Macbeth till she took to walking in her sleep, and couldn't get rid of the smell of the blood!"
Sercombe said no more. He was silent with disgust at the nonsense of it all.
They reached the door of the cottage. Alister invited him to walk in. He drew back, and would have excused himself.
"You had better lie down a while," said Alister.