Mr. Morgan purposely ignored the peculiarity of the other's tone.
"What do you know, my dear Nash?"
"I know one thing; that if you do go to Mr. Clifford's office in the morning you will go alone."
"Shall I? How's that? Got a previous engagement?"
"Here, and now, you and I part company; you go your way, I go mine; under no circumstances will I associate myself with you again."
"Steady, Nash, steady; do you know where talk like that will lead you?"
"It will lead to honesty."
"It will lead you to jail, and pretty soon."
"Will it? I'll take the risk. It is not necessary for you to remind me that on a certain occasion I behaved like a blackguard, and perhaps worse; I have only regretted it once, and that's been ever since."
"Regrets, in a case like yours, are useless; they simply mean that you regret that you're found out. Of course you do."