"I was not praying for him so much as for you."
"God knows I want it, dear Cuthbert. But can you benefit me by killing yourself?"
"Who knows? I may try. How long is it since we were boys together, Charles?"
"How long? Let me see. Why, it is nineteen years at least since I can first remember you."
"I have been sarcastic and distant with you sometimes, Charles, but I have never been unkind."
"Cuthbert! I never had an unkind word or action from you. Why do you say this?"
"Because——Charles, do you remember the night the Warren Hastings came ashore?"
"Ay," said Charles, wonderingly.
"In future, when you call me to mind, will you try to think of me as I was then, not as I have been lately? We slept together, you remember, through the storm, and he sat on the bed. God has tried me very hard. Let us hope that heaven will be worth the winning. After this you will see me no more in private. Good-bye!"
Charles thought he knew what he meant, and had expected it. He would not let him go for a time.