"Yes, John, I think I shall."
"Sir, when you—gave a miserable wretch another chance to live and be a man, you were young and full of life."
"Yes, I was very, very young!" sighed Barnabas.
"But you were happy—your head was high and your eye bright with confident hope and purpose."
"Yes, I was very confident, John."
"And therefore—greatly successful, sir. Your desire was to cut a figure in the Fashionable World. Well, to-day you have your wish—to-day you are famous, and yet—"
"Well, John?"
"Sir, to-day I fear you are—not happy."
"No, I'm not happy," sighed Barnabas, "for oh! John Peterby, what shall it profit a man though he gain the whole world, and lose his soul!"
"Ah, sir—you mean—?"