"It would be a great victory to save you, and I believe it can be done."
"I have a sort of memory," said Tollemache, "of your having already saved my life at the risk of your own."
"That is true," I answered.
"How can I pay you back?" he asked. "Will money——?"
"No," I interrupted, harshly, springing to my feet as I spoke—"money won't. I want you to become a man again: that is my reward."
He seemed to shrink into himself; there was not a scrap of fibre about him at present.
"Will you tell me," I said, "how you got into that den?"
He roused himself a little at this, and some animation came into his eyes.
"That was partly your fault," he said. "You did not keep your word; you never came to me when I wrote to you. I told you that I was losing self-control——"
I interrupted him to explain why I had not received his letter.