It's too late to find another now.

This is a confidence between us.' 'It shall be sacredly preserved, Jack.' 'I have reposed it in you, because--' 'I feel it, I assure you.

Because we are fast friends, and because you love and trust me, as I love and trust you.

Both hands, Jack.' As each stands looking into the other's eyes, and as the uncle holds the nephew's hands, the uncle thus proceeds: 'You know now, don't you, that even a poor monotonous chorister and grinder of music--in his niche--may be troubled with some stray sort of ambition, aspiration, restlessness, dissatisfaction, what shall we call it ?' 'Yes, dear Jack.' 'And you will remember ?' 'My dear Jack, I only ask you, am I likely to forget what you have said with so much feeling ?' 'Take it as a warning, then.' In the act of having his hands released, and of moving a step back, Edwin pauses for an instant to consider the application of these last words.
The instant over, he says, sensibly touched: 'I am afraid I am but a shallow, surface kind of fellow, Jack, and that my headpiece is none of the best.

But I needn't say I am young; and perhaps I shall not grow worse as I grow older.