VOLUME I
1. CHAPTER I
(continued)
"Do you mean because I'm a banker?" asked the old man.
"Because of that, if you like; and because you have--haven't
you?--such unlimited means."
"He isn't 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 one's being too fond of pleasure."
"Daddy's very fond of pleasure--of other people's."
The old man shook his head. "I don't pretend to have contributed
anything to the amusement of my contemporaries."
"My dear father, you're too modest!"
"That's a kind of joke, sir," said Lord Warburton.
"You young men have too many jokes. When there are no jokes
you've nothing left."
"Fortunately there are always more jokes," the ugly young man
remarked.
"I don't believe it--I believe things are getting more serious.
You young men will find that out."
"The increasing seriousness of things, then that's the great
opportunity of jokes."
"They'll have to be grim jokes," said the old man. "I'm convinced
there will be great changes, and not all for the better."
"I quite agree with you, sir," Lord Warburton declared. "I'm very
sure there will be great changes, and that all sorts of queer
things will happen. That's why I find so much difficulty in
applying your advice; you know you told me the other day that I
ought to 'take hold' of something. One hesitates to take hold of
a thing that may the next moment be knocked sky-high."
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