'But it is found in experience that no one does so.

All the world imagine they will be exceptional when they grow wealthy; but possession is debasing, new desires spring up; and the silly taste for ostentation eats out the heart of pleasure.' 'Then you might be better if you had less,' said the boy.
'Certainly not,' replied the Doctor; but his voice quavered as he spoke.
'Why ?' demanded pitiless innocence.
Doctor Desprez saw all the colours of the rainbow in a moment; the stable universe appeared to be about capsizing with him.

'Because,' said he--affecting deliberation after an obvious pause--'because I have formed my life for my present income.

It is not good for men of my years to be violently dissevered from their habits.' That was a sharp brush.

The Doctor breathed hard, and fell into taciturnity for the afternoon.