Alec.
If things turn out all right, we shall have come near finishing the job, and there won't be much more slave-raiding in this part of Africa.
Dick.
And if things don't turn out all right?
Alec.
Why, then I'm afraid the tea-tables of Mayfair will be deprived of your scintillating repartee forever.
Dick.
Well, I've had a very good time in my life. I've loved a little, I've looked at some good pictures, read some thundering fine books, and I've worked and played. If I can only account for a few more of those damned scoundrels before I die, I shouldn't think I had much to complain of.
Alec.
[Smiling.] You're a philosopher, Dick.