“Do you call forty-five young?”
“What do you think of me? I'm most sixty.”
“That's another story. When you go, you 'll leave something behind to show that your life was worth living.”
“I wasn't much younger than you when I married.”
“None o' that for me,” said Henry, with a sort of smile. “I never was minded to it. If you have seen anything worth while about living, you're lucky. I never could.”
“Look here, Henry, I don't like to hear you talking that way. What's the matter with you?”
Another questionable smile. “I 'll tell you how it looks to me. We have to live with a pack of rascals, and heaven help the fools!”
“Henry, you're enough to give a man the blues.”
“I've had enough to-day to give 'em to me. To tell the truth, Cap'n, I don't know what to make of Dick. I'm afraid he is one of the fools.”
“There isn't anything serious the matter, is there?” This was said nervously.