terrible recollection came to him, and, in a voice shaking with remorse and self-incrimination, he cried:
"God help me, Manners, I would have let you freeze."
Manners pulled at his pipe.
"Manners," said Aladdin, "it's true I know it's true, because, for all I knew, I was dying when I said it."
Manners shook his head.
"Oh, no," said Manners.
"Make me think that," said Aladdin, with a quaver. "Please make me think that if you can, for, God help me, I think I would have let you freeze."
"When I found you," said Manners, "I—I was sorry that the Lord hadn't sent somebody else to you, and me to somebody else. That was because you always hated me with no very good reason, and a man hates to be hated, and so, to be quite honest, I hated you back."
"Right," said Aladdin, "right."
Light began to come in through the windows, whose broken panes Manners had stopped with crumpled wall-paper.
