3 THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY. " Yes, sir, once, in the Persian Gulf." " He is making light of -you, daddy," said the other young man. " That's a sort of joke." " Well, there seem to be so many sorts now," daddy replied, serenely. " You don't look as if you had been sick, any way, Lord Warburton." " He is sick of life ; he was just telling me so ; going on fearfully about it," said Lord Warburton' s friend. " Is that true, sir 1 ?" asked the old man gravely. " If it is, your son gave me no consolation. He's a wretched fellow to talk to a regular cynic. He doesn't seem to believe anything." "That's another sort of joke," said the person accused of cynicism. " It's 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 it's almost entirely theoretical, you know ; it doesn't seem to affect his spirits. I have hardly ever seen him when he wasn't cheerful about 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 haven't taken up that sort of tone," said the old man. " Warburton's tone is worse than mine ; he pretends to be bored. I am not in the least bored ; I find life only too interesting." " Ah, too interesting ; you shouldn't allow it to be that, you know ! " " I am never bored when I come here," said. Lord Warburton. " One gets such uncommonly good talk." "Is that another sort of joke 1 ?" asked the old man. "You have 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 wouldn't be bored if you had something to do ; but all you young-onen are
