"When I needed his help I meant to stick to him. When he now needs mine, am I to desert him? You said my goodness was not disinterested. It was not, but I can't stoop to that."
"If these Moslems really think he's a saint, they'll nurse him faithfully. I'll pay them what they ask—anything."
"Money isn't everything, Millicent—surely you know that?"
"It can do a great deal. If you hadn't met him, he'd have died."
"But I have met him. Doesn't that show that I am entrusted with his welfare?"
"A chance meeting."
"That absurd word! By chance you mean such a big thing that your mind can't imagine it! You choose to call a link in the Divine Chain chance! the Chance which gives life, the Master of that which is ordained, you mean!"
"You can't nurse him, you can't do anything more for him than see that he has all that he wants. 'The faithful' will carry out your instructions. Do be practical, reasonable."
"It's no use, Millicent, I can't leave him. I won't." Michael shivered. "It's chilly. Let's go and eat our dinner."
"You must change first—I insist. It's only right to others."