"If you have less of your share of the one, perhaps you have more of the other.

I cannot believe you have spent all your life in mere idleness and pleasure." "Pleasure!" he cried.

"Pleasure! Look at this!" He pulled off his hat, and I saw that his black hair was all decked and dashed with streaks of grey.

"Do you imagine that this came from pleasure ?" he asked, with a bitter laugh.
"You must have had some great shock," I said, astonished at the sight, "some terrible illness in your youth.

Or perhaps it arises from a more chronic cause--a constant gnawing anxiety.