"He＇s sick of life; he was just telling me so; going on fearfully about it," said Lord Warburton＇s friend.
"Is that true, sir?" 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 in anything."
"That＇s another sort of joke," said the person accused of cynicism.
