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Hes sick of life; he was just telling me so; going on fearfully about it, said Lord Warburtons friend. Is that true, sir? asked the old man gravely. If it is, your son gave me no consolation. Hes a wretched fellow to talk toa regular cynic. He doesnt seem to believe in anything. Thats another sort of joke, said the person accused of cynicism. Its because his health is so poor, his father explained to Lord Warburton. It affects his mind and colours his way of looking at things; he seems to feel as if he had never had a chance. But its almost entirely theoretical, you know; it doesnt seem to affect his spirits. Ive hardly ever seen him when he wasnt cheerfulabout as he is at present. He often cheers me up. The young man so described looked at Lord Warburton and laughed. Is it a glowing eulogy or an accusation of levity? Should you like me to carry out my theories, daddy? By Jove, we should see some queer things! cried Lord Warburton. I hope you havent taken up that sort of tone, said the old man. Warburtons tone is worse than mine; he pretends to be bored. Im not in the least bored; I find life only too interesting. Ah, too interesting; you shouldnt allow it to be that, you know! Im never bored when I come here, said Lord Warburton. One gets such uncommonly good talk. Is that another sort of joke? asked the old man. Youve no excuse for being bored anywhere. When I was your age I had never heard of such a thing. You must have developed very late. No, I developed very quick; that was just the reason. When I was twenty years old I was very highly developed indeed. I was working tooth and nail. You wouldnt be bored if you had something to do; but all you young men are too idle. You think too much of your pleasure. Youre too fastidious, and too indolent, and too rich. Oh, I say, cried Lord Warburton, youre hardly the person to accuse a fellow-creature of being too rich! Do you mean because Im a banker? asked the old man. Because of that, if you like; and because you havehavent you?such unlimited means. He isnt very rich, the other young man mercifully pleaded. He has given away an immense deal of money. Well, I suppose it was his own, said Lord Warburton; and in that case could there be a better proof of wealth? Let not a public benefactor talk of ones being too fond of pleasure. Daddys very fond of pleasureof other peoples. The old man shook his head. I dont pretend to have contributed anything to the amusement of my contemporaries. My dear father, youre too modest! |
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