"You have it."
"Even yet?"
"Why not?... It's selfish of me to say it—but I wish you—could have saved me," he said almost carelessly.
"From what, Mr. Quarren? I really do not understand you."
"From being what I am—the sort of man you first divined me to be."
"What do you mean by 'saving' you?" she asked, coldly.
"I don't know!—giving me a glimmer of hope I suppose—something to strive for."
"One saves one's self," she said.
He turned an altered face toward her: and she looked at him intently.
"I guess you are right," he said with a short laugh. "If there is anything worth saving, one saves one's self."