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Well, I suppose I am, in most respects. And the old man looked down at his green shawl and smoothed it over his knees. The fact is Ive been comfortable so many years that I suppose Ive got so used to it I dont know it. Yes, thats the bore of comfort, said Lord Warburton. We only know when were uncomfortable. It strikes me were rather particular, his companion remarked. Oh yes, theres no doubt were particular, Lord Warburton murmured. And then the three men remained silent a while; the two younger ones standing looking down at the other, who presently asked for more tea. I should think you would be very unhappy with that shawl, Lord Warburton resumed while his companion filled the old mans cup again. Oh no, he must have the shawl! cried the gentleman in the velvet coat. Dont put such ideas as that into his head. It belongs to my wife, said the old man simply. Oh, if its for sentimental reasons And Lord Warburton made a gesture of apology. I suppose I must give it to her when she comes, the old man went on. Youll please to do nothing of the kind. Youll keep it to cover your poor old legs. Well, you mustnt abuse my legs, said the old man. I guess they are as good as yours. Oh, youre perfectly free to abuse mine, his son replied, giving him his tea. Well, were two lame ducks; I dont think theres much difference. Im much obliged to you for calling me a duck. Hows your tea? Well, its rather hot. Thats intended to be a merit. Ah, theres a great deal of merit, murmured the old man, kindly. Hes a very good nurse, Lord Warburton. Isnt he a bit clumsy? asked his lordship. Oh no, hes not clumsyconsidering that hes an invalid himself. Hes a very good nursefor a sick- nurse. I call him my sick-nurse because hes sick himself. Oh, come, daddy! the ugly young man exclaimed. Well, you are; I wish you werent. But I suppose you cant help it. I might try: thats an idea, said the young man. Were you ever sick, Lord Warburton? his father asked. Lord Warburton considered a moment. Yes, sir, once, in the Persian Gulf. Hes making light of you, daddy, said the other young man. Thats a sort of joke. Well, there seem to be so many sorts now, daddy replied, serenely. You dont look as if you had been sick, any way, Lord Warburton. |
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