There are things besides money which a father ought to look to." "Now, father, don't fret yourself--I'm all right; you may be sure of that." "Louis, it's that accursed brandy--it's that that I'm afraid of: you see me here, my boy, how I'm lying here now." "Don't you be annoying yourself, governor; I'm all right--quite right; and as for you, why, you'll be up and about yourself in another month or so." "I shall never be off this bed, my boy, till I'm carried into my coffin, on those chairs there.

But I'm not thinking of myself, Louis, but you; think what you may have before you if you can't avoid that accursed bottle." "I'm all right, governor; right as a trivet.

It's very little I take, except at an odd time or so." "Oh, Louis! Louis!" "Come, father, cheer up; this sort of thing isn't the thing for you at all.

I wonder where mother is: she ought to be here with the broth; just let me go, and I'll see for her." The father understood it all.

He saw that it was now much beyond his faded powers to touch the heart or conscience of such a youth as his son had become.